As soon as the sun sets,
The moon arises,
The sky darkens,
The vampires come out,
Come out to feed themselves.
With a bite of the neck,
On a human body,
The person falls,
Falls into a sleep,
They may never be awakened from,
The vampire feeds,
From the tiny puncture wounds on her neck,
Sucking up the blood furiously,
Getting what they want.
Killing everyone in sight,
It turns into a massacre,
Just to feed the vampires,
The vampires of the night.

interesting
welcome

The moon lit so bright,
The stars so high,
I look up at such a great height,
Wondering if the night will ever go by.

The mist settles,
The wind grows colder,
The dew layers upon the flower petals,
The moon grows bolder.

The stars disappear one by one,
The wind starts to go,
The moon has suddenly gone,
Leaving the blackness now to show.

You're poetry is good and all, but you gotta keep it in one thread. Don't want you getting yelled at.

her midnight, curly long hair falls upon her pale face,
her scarlet colored lips slightly open as if shes going to say somehting then slowly close agen,
tears slowly run down her cheek leaving black smudges underneath her eyes,
she sits on her black silk sheeted bed and look at the coner of her bed where a letter and red rose are,
she look at the other side and sees her blade,
she grabs the blade and cuts,
deeper and deeper,
the blood covers her wrist,
cimson drops of blood fall onto the letter and rose,
she knows that death is coming very soon,
she places the blade on the letter and closes her eyes as she knows this was her last day alive.

so sad...
yet again though you should post in one thread

^_^ that is a alsome poem and very sad @};-

sowwy!! :huh:

I have to agree with Ummei and you have a great talent in poetry :devilflip:

yet agian ou have to keep you poems in one thread or they will yell at you for it and what a great poem keep them coming :devilflip:

At the dead of the night,
The moon shines bright,
The stars in the sky,
Twinkle so high.

The snow settles upon gloomy graves,
As she sits there in a daze,
Her wrists so bloody,
Her feet so muddy.

She lay down hoping her time had come,
But all she could feel of her body was numb,
She fell into a life taking sleep,
As her wounds were too deep.

like the poem, where did you get it? its soooooooo cool

i got it from my brain.. i wrote it!! i wouldnt dare take someone elses work and pass it of as my own.. its stupid..!!

I wrote this last night for all the teens and adults who have killed themselves as their crys of help were ignoured. I know they are dead, but i belive they are still with us and can hear and read everything that is wrote and said.

~*~Date: 20-07-04 ~*~
~*~Time: 01:00 ~*~

~*~One Last Cry~*~

Puddles emerge upon the white floor,
As drips of blood fall from the door,
As a girl hangs there.
Revealing her pain filled eyes,
She slowly dies.
She leaves this world without a single good-bye,
Just one last cry,
A cry for help,
That was ignoured without a doubt.