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Vampire Haiku Collection: For the Blood is the Life

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Horror



Ultra Modern Haiku can be adapted to any theme, unlike Japanese-style haiku. As a long-time horror fans, one of my favourite themes has always been the Vampire Haiku!


Submitted:Jan 14, 2011    Reads: 339    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


ANCIENT BURIAL GROUNDS
Evil lurks in crypts
In ancient burial grounds,
Eager soon to feed.

ANCIENT GRAVEYARDS
Dark figures lurk in
Ancient, overgrown graveyards,
Very few dare tread.

BAT-WINGED FIENDS
Evil bat-winged fiends
Creeping through a graveyard,
Hunt upon the mourners.

THE BLOOD QUEST
Through the deeper woods
Lope unseen atrocities,
Questing after blood.

BRUTALLY TORN THROATS
Blood flowing from throats
Brutally torn by demons,
To feed their hunger.

BY BLOOD ALONE (II)
Fed on blood only
They live through untold years,
Needing no other food.

CANINES SINKING DEEP
Pale-faced strangers lurk
Awaiting passing humans,
Canines sinking deep!

THE CHASE IS ON
Angry canine teeth
Chase you through your nightmares,
Then catch you when you wake.

CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
Vampire children prowling
Through the dark night streets,
Hungry for their first kill.

COLD, REFLECTIVE FACES
Cold, reflective faces
On stiffly shambling bodies,
Lurching after you.

COMPULSION
Need for human blood
Drives evil compulsions,
Fuels inhuman desires.

CORPSES WRITHE IN AGONY
Corpses writhe around
in agony; when stakes are
driven through their hearts.

THE CRAVING
An unknown bat's bite
Produces strange symptoms:
A dark craving for blood.

THE CREATURES OF THE DARKNESS
Evil impulses rule
The creatures of the darkness,
Creatures spawned in hell.

CREATURE OF THE SHADOWS (I)
Creature of shadows
Wary of lethal sunlight,
Feasting after dark.

CRIES OF TERROR
Loud cries of terror
As vampires lurch toward you,
Aiming for your throat.

DARK FIGURES HOVER

Dark figures hover
Outside a bedroom window,
Hoping soon to feed.

A DARK FIGURE WAITING
A dark figure waits
Outside a bedroom window,
Hoping soon to feed.

A DARK HERITAGE
A curse inherited
From evil ancestors,
Makes you walk the night.

THE DARK INHERITANCE
Dark inheritance:
Blood tainted by ancestors,
Makes you walk the night.

DARKNESS IS KIND
Darkness is kind
To the creatures of the night,
Who fear the bright sunlight.

DARK SHADOWS LENGTHEN
Dark shadows lengthen
Becoming dreadful figures,
Slashing tender throats.

DARK WINGS HOVERING
Dark wings hovering
Blocking out the moon,
Larger than any known bird.

DARK WINGS OVERHEAD
Dark wings overhead
Block out the sun and cast,
Fearful shadows below.

DAWN OF THE VAMPIRE
When humans bed down
Others wake in deep crypts,
And hunt for hot, fresh blood.

THE DEMON CHILDREN (I)
Young children sleep in
Their coffins by day, but then
Lust for blood by night.

THE DEMON CHILDREN
(II)
The demon children
Sleep in their coffins by day,
Then play in the night.

THE DEVIL'S INHERITANCE
Lurking in shadows,
Questing after blood:
The Devil's inheritance.

DRIVING THE POINT HOME
A dour figure stands
Near an open casket, holding
A hawthorn stake.

THE EMERGENCE
Graveyard workers scream
As coffins break open,
The living dead emerge.

THE ENERGY VAMPIRES

Even the ones you love
Sap your strength and health,
Just like vampires of old.

EYES IN THE DARKNESS
Eyes in the darkness
Burning like living embers,
Deep into your soul.

A FATAL INTERRUPTION
Blood-moistened lips
Are raised from grisly cadavers,
As footsteps approach.

A
FOG-SHROUDED BEACH
A fog-shrouded beach
Where pale, vacant-eyed beings,
Stroll...But never swim!

FOR THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE!
Mouths salivating
From lust; as tender, young throats
Pump out their life's blood.

THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT
Late-night workmen
In a crumbling villa,
Hear ancient creatures stir.

THE LATE HOMECOMING
An ichor coated corpse
Returning from the war,
Met only with fear.

THE PLAGUE
Plague of evil fiends
Stalking through the moonlit streets,
Killing all they meet.

STRANGE ARCHAEOLOGY (Vamp)
Grave robbers stumble
Across corpses that come alive,
Reaching out for them.

A STRANGE, HAUNTED PLACE
A strange, haunted place
Where gaunt-faced creatures feast,
On blood from human prey.

THE END
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts





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