Wow! Honestly, I really couldn’t believe how many people entered our contest. Thanks to everyone who left a comment or sent an email, and congrats to our winners Krystine L, Brian S, and Mike. Krystine expressed her love for Michael C. Hall, Brian made a wonderful comparison to the Boondock Saints, and Mike… well, Mike sent in a collection of haiku poems. Bravo! And lots of love to our pals over at Big Shiny Robot for cross promoting our contest. We owe you guys!

Oh, Dexter Morgan,
How I’m DYING to meet you!
No, seriously.
By: Krystine L

Shrink wrap and duct tape
Don’t forget the plastic tarp
So many uses
By: Mike

Slay them all you want
You missionary killer
Like the Boondock Saints
By: Brian S.

Winners will all receive Season 2 of Dexter on DVD, as well as some nice posters from Showtime. We’ve placed the rest of the haiku poems, including Mike’s collection, after the jump. There’s even one from our very own Dustin Johnson. Read through them and enjoy!

Blood brother no more
True face not even I see
Emotionless still
By: Sly

The Dark Passenger
Strikes the heart with precision
Harry taught him well
By: Dustin Johnson

A lie to live by.
It once calmed a dark impulse.
My future looks grim.
By: Derek

A sanguine fellow
Has the guilty one gone free?
Never to be found
(at least not in season 1)

Painted fingernails
Sealed inside a block of ice
I think it’s a clue
(This one became far more humorous than I originally intended)

Prosthetics doctor
Helper of those who need it
Such a nice young man

A son needs a dad
To help him learn who he is
One rule: don’t get caught

Shrink wrap and duct tape
Don’t forget the plastic tarp
So many uses
By: Mike (Yes, All Of Those!)

blood flecked little boy
dark parent of darker man
slashing the slashers
By: Matthew Bingham

dexter reborn again
miami ice delivers
harry still knows best
By: Tara Murphy

A Man Dark As Blood
Showing Evil What That Darkness Really Is
One Kill At A Time
By: Kari B.

Blood to acquire
They scream for me to stop it
If only I could
By: Eric S. (Not Me, Though… Weird)

Oh, Dexter Morgan,
How I’m DYING to meet you!
No, seriously.
By: Krystine L

For all that I’ve done
A new kind of monster now,
Harry’s code no more.
By: Bad Wasabi

he’s empty on the inside
chop chopping calms the tides within; dead
love his sweet facade for us
By: Angel

Blood, like a river
flows elegantly downward.
Blood flows forever.
By: Joseph Rose

Murder isn’t good
Unless you are killing scum
Like my man Dexter

Slay them all you want
You missionary killer
Like the Boondock Saints
By: Brian S.

I know what you did
because I did it to you
two wrongs equal a right

By: Ninja HQ