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Poetry About Vampires

Vampire poetry delves into the shadows of the human heart, where desire meets mortality and the eternal night begins. These verses explore the seductive pull of the forbidden, the heavy weight of centuries of memory, and the predatory grace of those who walk between worlds. They capture the elegance of the pale skin, the sharp glint of the fang, and the desperate hunger that defines such a lonely existence.

From the gothic ruins of Transylvania to the modern neon pulse of the city, these poems trace the evolution of the vampire from a monstrous specter to a complex, tragic figure. They honor the symbolism of life given for death, the blood that is both a curse and a sacrament, and the enduring fascination we have with the monsters who look so very much like us.

Featured Poems

The Midnight Mirror

The shock of realizing one's own transformation.

I looked for my face where the silver used to be, but the glass offered only the wallpaper behind me, the silent, faded roses of a room I no longer own.
I am a hole in the air, a silence with a pulse that beats a different rhythm than the sun-drenched world beyond the heavy curtains.

- Clarissa Void

Invitation to the Dark

The seductive call of the immortal.

Step across the threshold not of the house, but of the light. I can offer you a library of every secret ever kept, a music that doesn't need the coarse noise of the day.
We will watch the empires turn to dust and the stars shift their patterns in the sky, while we remain the same: two hungry embers in the eternal, cold dark.

- Julian Thorne

Classic Voices

Fragment of a Poem

by Lord Byron (1816)

A stark, dark reflection on the vampire's nature by one of its early literary pioneers.

But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race.

The Vampire (Excerpt)

by Rudyard Kipling (1897)

A poem inspired by a painting, exploring the destructive power of a heartless lover.

A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair - (Even as you and I!)

Christabel (Excerpt)

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1816)

The atmosphere of a dark, potentially vampiric presence in a gothic setting.

The night is chilly, but not dark; The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull.

Micro Verses

Immortality is just a very long way to be alone.

- Ancient Scribe

The blood is the life, and the life is a hunger that never ends.

- Bram's Shadow

We are beautiful only because we never have to age.

- Dark Muse

Beware the kiss that tastes of iron and the grave.

- Village Warning

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