"bloodsucking" poems
Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China
Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana
Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest
Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners
Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer
Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics
That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber
That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister
My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged
A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole
Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole
Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins
Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes
'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces'
A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking
The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding
The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn
Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies
Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles
Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear
A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
[email protected] August2018
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
there is something
damningly ******
about sitting in a
walmart parking lot
waiting for your
family to stop buying.
to stop bloodsucking.
(local delis, local bakeries, they're dying!)
(WHY do you shop there??)
(i won't go in ... )
i daren't give them my money,
my two cents,
a sideways eye.
(only my father agrees w/me)
---what else to do, then, but read, facing away in the car.
truly the worst of the box stores
springing like mushrooms from holy dirt,
shooting like bamboo on
the outskirts of any
[even slightly] metropolized
town or hamlet.
(---good Lord i need mountain forests!!)
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 11:42 AM UTC
Write a scary poem about Halloween?
Weirdest ode you've ever seen!!!
What is seen at Halloween?
Bloodsucking Salem zombies,
TV addict Abercrombies,
Spiders and maggots in their hair,
Crypts in the garbage tip over there,
Witches floating round my room
Fit right in here as they zoooooom............
Yes, my other car's a broom!!!!!!
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Hide the scars
draw a heart
on your arm
take a picture
add a filter
kiss her scars
"stay strong, love"
Only discuss what your feeling,
never share the real meaning
maybe someone will like you if you have bigger problems
joking with yourself when they barely even hit the quantum
Must've wanted to see what was so attractive
Picked up a blade then blamed me after
words are painful
piercingly baneful
Dug a deeper hole so you can bury me, just haphazards,
So immune to what your saying
you lied to me
so focused on what you're really hating
wanted to get into a fight
so you poisoned me at night.
think you're so poetic?
stop it.
It's pretty hard to stay clean
Looking in the mirror is so much harder than it seems
hard to keep on trucking
when your so bloodsucking
your actions are the kind that pull the noose up the tree
I wish it had all been fake
you put your heart out on a plate
for everyone to sample
if only they knew how you're never organically explaining
serving things the people should be disdaining
You have no idea
romanticizing for whoever's listening
when they say your so **** talented, your face must be glistening
You don't understand me
and this life you've created for yourself
writing about a life you know nothing about
how many times do I need to say it to get it in your head
You'll never understand the feeling of waking up
and wishing
you were
dead.
Hide the scars
rip the heart
on my sleeve
take your picture
add that filter
hope you're happy
"stay strong, dear"
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
Being the sun in your misery is dimming me
It’s parasitic
I used to see us symbiotically, I used to think we balanced each others sadness to reach mutual happiness
I was incorrect
Being the blood to your vampiric nature is draining me
It’s bloodsucking
I used to see us as co-unit, I used to think we were an equal part to each others madness and in turn we could reach sanity
I was mistaken
Being the floating device to your endless ocean is sinking me
It’s so heavy
I used to see us a lifeboat, I used to think we were carrying each other through the sea to reach the shore
You’re drowning me
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
Prayer Before Birth (1944) - Poem by Louis Macneice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.
I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.
I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they ****** by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.
I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.
I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.
I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise **** me.
Louis Macneice
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
The cat with radium eyes, drilling into my sub-terrain secrets,
Hedgehopped silently in to my camouflaged enclosure, for a nightcap, it said.
A companion of mysteries, tip-toes in to the wilderness of night
With a gentle "meow' to hunt
how fast you pulled me closer, with your claws drawn out,
Not any coy maiden, your lust, long nailed and wild,
Known you differently before, now it comes out on the open, I love you in your true colors, yes, but..
Your kisses are bloodsucking vampire feasts,
You need to feel the beast all over you, to quench the lust, from the beginning I knew(my secret)
With caterwaul crescendo we celebrated lust, I contributed in plenty at your request,
When swelled desire, did burst and waves dissipated, we went to a dopomine induced sleep,
Completely transformed, you just look like a lackluster colleague,
Unexpectedly came to visit, for a cuppa and chat (why do I feel bit let down, difficult to understand)
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
Who said
We
Have to
be
Monsters?
We are
Born
Angels
But
The cruelty and
Evil which
We must endure
Turn us
Into
**bloodsucking
Revenge seeking
Death driven
Horror stricken
Violent
Unhappy**
humans
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Remember when the earth was flat,
and Santa Claus was real?
when you were young and innocent,
before you learned to steal?
When ghouls walked down the street,
one cold October night,
and bats were known to **** your blood,
in one big, scary bite?
When the fairy took your tooth,
left a coin right in your bed;
underneath your pillow,
right beside your head?
When you found bright colored eggs,
hidden by the Easter Bunny;
who really was your Uncle Ben,
you thought that pretty funny.
They warped your little mind,
by imaginary things;
today you know reality,
and what tomorrow brings.
No Santa Claus, no ghouls,
no bloodsucking bats, no bunny;
life's a struggle to survive,
and that's not very funny.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
i like bugs.
they remind me
that life is important
on a small scale.
even the most frustrating
are beneficial to nature and
our ecosystem wouldn't be the same
without them.
except mosquitoes.
they can **** right off,
the ***** bloodsucking ********
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
The thought of never being your friend again makes me sick
The thought of how I miss you is one I cannot kick
The thought of never making you smile is bull ****
The thought of never claiming you as my own hits my heart like a brick
The thought of my life without you makes me want to die quick
The thought of never kissing you ***** the life right out of me like a bloodsucking tick
The thought of choosing someone else is awful because you're my first pick
The thought of getting you to love me is like trying to light a candle with no wick
The thought of never having you back feels like living in hell's pit
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
I'm a mosquito trapped
in a clapping hand,
I know that I can be bothersome
but I'm just trying to survive.
MJB
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
As I look up at your eyes
I see nothing but a deep, red mist.
I used to cry in pain every night
thinking of the places your hand violently struck.
Now I've grown up
and you've learned to keep your distance.
But you found another way to abuse me
I wish I could still be punished
just like the hits i endured in the past,
because your words now destroy me.
they puncture deeply right through my heart.
You know the saying,
"Sticks and stones may break my bones,"
but the words will always haunt me.
You spit them out effortlessly
not bothering to think who you may hurt.
not bothering to think about
what internal damage may emerge
from deep within my soul.
I'm scared to look anyone in the eye
because they might see through me.
I'm afraid to express myself in front of them,
because of what they might think of me.
I fear their judgement, i tremble as i crouch
in a dark, hollow corner with nothing
but the monsters behind my walls.
I see now that you made me the person
i have always feared.
The person I never thought that I'd become.
I became a bloodsucking monster,
a creation you succeeded in designing.
No more confidence, no more dignity.
It was all ****** out,
the moment you infected your poison inside my brain.
Someday when I'm old and gray,
I will think of you and sigh.
I'd remember the father you once were,
and ask myself what I must have done
to suffer through your torturing intimidation.
I'll remember you for the person you always were,
and not the one I've dreamed of having.
Because those cuts and heals will someday fade
it's the words i'll always remember.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become―
vunerable again.
Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.
Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.
The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.
My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Midnight Caller!
In darkness came a sound.
A scratching banging sound outside the bedroom door,
Buried my head under my pillow.
My sack was laid at the bottom of the bed.
Waiting for Santa to rear his head.
** ** ho..oh hellish no.
It was not Santa.
Was just a man with giant claws.
Huge teeth,
Unfolded wings.
The vampire who delivered Christmas in an evil sort of way.
As vile bloodsucking leech.
He stole my Christmas Day.
Vile and cold I was discovered by my children and my lover.
Drained of blood.
All cold and pallid.
Stocking left untouched at the foot of the bed.
This Christmas day my heart is dead!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Full moon glow gives life
Float from neck to neck biting
Yours looks inviting
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
People like you love to **** in the wind,
But get upset when your clothes get all wet.
Your mouth must be just another *******
Because all I hear is **** coming out of it!
You are nothing but a disease!
A disease, a growth, a cancer!
You are what you make!
And you made yourself a victim!
There is no cure for this!
You are your own poison!
You love to feed.
You love to feed on others.
We mean nothing to you.
We're just something for you to sink your teeth into!
You bloodsucking, parasitic vampire!
You're a disease, a growth, a cancer!
You come and you feed and then you disappear!
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
I need to leave this place.
They call it hell sometimes
Or life.
Infinite. But I need more space
For creativity; some deadly crimes.
One knife.
Impossible. Our vomiting human race.
Bloodsucking; it slimes.
Our wife.
I need to rip my face.
Your poem never rhymes.
My strife.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
I’ve said it before
I’ll say it here again
I wear a bug spray
That only works
On butterflies
I want to be a flower
But all I get is bees
I get stung
And I back away
I am approached
By cockroaches
Everyday
Every Year
Trying to gain from me
I attract mosquitos
Bloodsucking parasites
I have these people
Who want me
To do what they want
Then they leave
My lifeblood
My friendship
Gone forever
With my time
I want to swat
Those mosquitos
And crush them
Before they can leave
Someday I will
Get rid of this spray
At least that’s
What all my friends say
But I don’t know
The spray is permanent
Maybe I’m cursed
Or maybe I just need
A bath
In the water of friendship
And to fly with
My dragonfly
My wingman
And maybe
My friend
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
She floated into my life,
took me with her icy grip
& ****** the warmth
right out of me.
Skilled in the art bloodsucking,
she didn't miss a single drip
& now we're married
forever by her lust.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
I
wonder wither why the whipporwhill
whines
a plaintive cry
and the robin shrills
her calling a mate
the daffodil does not make a sound
the rose just stands beautiful
wiregrass grows so bountiful
and corn is hard to make
the season's make a mockery of spring and fall
and winter has become a memory
where tall trees stood proud
and now a thicket
grows of thorns of nettles
I think
of nature
in her way
genius considerate
and man
as a tick a flea
on her back
a bloodsucking
leach
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
words
are
sacred salty plush
******
mean
divine.
they escape me.
they elude me.
these innocent, cosmically
granular,
words.
i’d lick the noble chalk
off the board of
Bukowski and Hughes,
Whitman and Sexton,
Ginsberg and Wilde,
for the privilege to
spit
life comes with its bitter calendar,
shackling you to a bloodsucking propagandist, always asking for your time
you take your pills of coal and lime -
a father, a worker, a man, a lover -
a tyrant over a narrow scope of existence
called you
and you live
and we live
and i live
a paralysis of carbon and function
together,
a baffling empire of fire and ankle socks,
destined for a hearse that someone else will pay for
before we eat the dirt
we wear these perverted hats
that say
i’m this
they’re that
and you’re…
a writer
i’ll never be
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
I said I love you,
I also said I was scared,
I parcelled my emotions and presented you my vulnerability,
But in the end,
You only showed me what a bloodsucking ghost you could be.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
I have a leech on me
and I can't get outside of it
I work hard for the blood I've given
to sustain my captor
I leech all I can from it
as it leeches all it can from me
reciprocated bloodsucking
a competitive transfusion
blood goes in me
and out the other side
cascading off the hospital gurney
belonging to my polyamorous annelid
who brays in good fortune
as the blood leaves my body
spilling on the floor
to be pushed down the drain
where it becomes nourishing water
rejuvenating sulfur-scented cannibals.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC