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Every year in October, to celebrate the spooky season and found poetry, a giant squad of writers uses one genre novelist's oeuvre to write found poems! Each poet works with one title from the author, posting their poems on a personal Tumblr each day. Some of them are reblogged here! They're then erased so poets can submit them to lit mags if they choose. In April, we run a similar challenge but all poets use the SAME book (!!!). See ABOUT for more info and to JOIN USSSSSSS.

[thepoemsofthenight]

4.24

and now -

tell me about the

death of any open mind

a thousand times you

have taken

a typewritten hurryaway

and i sit here

with doubt

***

it may be worse for others

—

Found poem. Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Dover Publications, 2000. pg 159.

Note - I had a fellow writer who always put two words together that weren’t usually one word… he has passed, and I felt an urge to honor his memory with one here. So, I give you “a typewritten ‘hurryaway’” ♥️

[mouthful-of-blood]

April 21: spiders eat what spiders catch

spider’s webs threw maps of shadows

as they led the way through an earthy, ruined existence,

the thick smell of blood through the air

found poem from Stoker, Bram. Dracula. pg 215

[thepoeming2025]

Day 15 - I Was Afraid

the door cannot be far off.

I am unhurt as I could be

I was afraid to draw nearer

to the Real

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Signet Classics Edition, 2007. Text from pg. 104.

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[shloks23]

April 23

Day of Judgement— the rattling noise of disuse

Source: A cut-up haiku using random phrases from The Dracula by Bram Stoker.

[poeming-with-dracula-in-2025]

April 8

[thepoeming-draculasdirge]

April 15: The suburban fancies are the most dangerous

spend the night one, out of so many harmless ones

or so I say

we have already read everything, fixed for facts

and the opacity of our bodies was all we had in common

in a world which is one half shut from the light there is no aperture for apology

[This is a found poem made of words located on page 200 (title) and pages 84, 95, 199, 241, 244, 245, 249, 255, and 257 in the source text.]

Source text: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. 1897. April 15 2025.

[susanburch]

4/14/25

my whole life

ended

when I saw at once

that I was

the night

A remixed poem from:

Stoker, Bram. Dracula, Wordsworth Editions Limited, 1993. P. 61, 218.

[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Remix from Page 14 of Dracula by Bram Stoker.

#thepoeming#bramstoker#dracula#found poetry#30 poems in 30 days#napowrimo

[bloodrhymes]

Her endless

howling

could penetrate

the mountains

Found poem remixed from Bram Stoker's Dracula and arranged on the Muse Tarot

[ptpoetry-artspace]

April 5th - The Poeming - Dracula’s Dirge

heavy chains on flesh

famished but awake

without rest

daylight seems grim

silence deceived time

all that can be heard

is the rattling of a patient

struggling along the passage

of antique traps

[This is a found poem made of words located on pages 24-26 in the source text.]

Source text:

Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Originally published 1897. First Signet Printing. November 1992.

[bloodrhymes]

I understand

thirst

a rose dried

full of beauty in such evident distress

still thirsty

Found poem remixed from Bram Stoker's Dracula and arranged on the Muse Tarot

[pixiepromptspoemflaunts]

April 6: the feeling of early autumn due in me

Source: A blackout culled from page 126- Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Wordsworth Editions, 1993.

[jessmeetsbram]

THE MESSENGER: Day Two of The Poeming

a cormorant on the wind

never forgets a wish

between a dear friend and the night

perhaps all oceans privileged to know

these happy pledges

trust only them to tell

sweet promises to the sun

By Jess Capelle

Erasure remix of Bram Stoker’s DRACULA, p. 128, Dover Bookshelf Edition

[inpainorinjoy]

In mania, taketh heed

lest, all at once, a shift

to lack-lustre apathy,

to talk which failed to excite,

to eyes that shine not.

Low in spirits, how different,

chloral resolution.

Tossing about in bed,

the observation-trap door.

Night cannot be useful

whilst on the other side,

just disappearing behind nothing;

I am not a Real Presence,

more like a wild beast caged.

I fear a dreadful head,

but when troubled I believe

the soul might yet whisper of joy

and I find, for a moment, I know

I have to want life.

Poem 6

Process: Erasure

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. New York: New York, 1999. 133-138. Print.

Note: This poem was written starting from the same page as poem 4 on mania. I was messy about it so I’d have to get a different copy to show both poems together, but now I kind of want to…

[fanggirling]

nonsense sends love spells

perpetually murmuring

padded room wishes to fools

disassociated into a sort of

coma.

—

Source text: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. London: Constable & Co., 1897. Print. Pg 93

[suckingbloodfromthesewords]

#8

I asked permission

but life saluted night.

I would speak like I am

strange and new.

Time was hidden

questions remained undiscovered.

Stoker, B. (2004). Dracula Bram Stoker, Brooke Allen. Fine Creative Media. Pp24-27

[thepoeming2025]

Day 11 - That House

our knowledge is ours; it cannot disappear

we have this happiness

home is the key;

belonging is that house;

that house We quietly know

Source: Stoker, Bram. Dracula. Signet Classics Edition, 2007. Text from pg. 293.

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