I find more and more that the poetry I am reading is in the first person. First person puts us in the the victims point of view. The victims are scared out of their wits and tired from running and hiding. Once the victims are caught and dismember and killed, they are reborn as the monsters they ran from.


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Ode to The Hunger (Rant of the Living Dead)
by Terry L Vinson

From 'Prey' to 'Predator', all in the matter of a single bite...or perhaps...several dozen bites:

My dear wife is long dead,
Our precious offspring as well,
The ravenous dead have feasted upon their very souls.
The majority of the population has suffered the same fate, I fear,
They all, too… paid the highest of tolls...


I run and I hide to no avail,
They shadow my every move.
Laying in wait, they follow my scent,
There is no rest, no sleep that would serve to sooth...


A desolate, deserted gas station becomes my home,
Temporary haven it may be.
Though supplies are sparse and stark fear fills my pores,
For a brief time I no longer roam...


Despite the station's isolated location, my paranoia gnaws,
I barricade all windows and doors,
A prisoner of blind, stark fear I confess,
All to avoid the clutching hands and snapping, ravenous jaws...


My respite ends rudely as I awaken with a start through waves of ringing thunder,
Every fiber in my being screeching from sharp waves of indescribable pain.
The many faces mercifully blur and contort as teeth bore in and greedy fingers tear me asunder...


As probing hands submerge through flesh into the warm, pulsating entrails within, I release a final, shrieking scream,
They tug and pull and rip and tear until something vital between gives way.
I mercifully drift into the darkness beyond, praying this be but
the most horrific of dreams...


Senses…are dulled….all...sensation is…lost…
My greatest fear is…realized…
Peering into a…cracked mirror…nearby…
Displays…the personal cost...


A disembodied head….am I….the rest…greedily…consumed…
No arms…no legs…torso-less….
No…life...to...readily…resume…


The hunger...builds…though powerless am I…to…
search out….that which serves to...quench…
This damnable hunger…relentless…it refuses to abate…
As something wonders nearby….which overwhelms my own rotted stench….


Lolling about…no way to feed….I wear a shroud of darkness….
Before footsteps alert me… to greet….


The flesh is…raw…the pulse of life…
Ah yes, come to me…my dear… fresh… meat….


END???



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The Siege
by: AceOspades

A week ago, they came to feed,
Driven by a primal need,
To feast upon a human's skin,
And get a bite of soul within.

I'm sitting in a shattered place,
As we all attempt to face,
A future running from the past,
Wondering if it can last.

Days ago, my parents died.
Bitten, when they got inside.
I jumped through a pane of glass,
And made a run across the grass.

I found my way to this old lot,
An easily defended spot.
Its back against a mountain wall,
There is a single entrance hall.

A man called Boris then appeared.
With a thick and greying beard.
He taught me how to cross the yard,
Filled with traps, to help us guard.

In the life he had before,
Boris ran a surplus store.
He had a demolition kit,
Teeming with illegal shit.

Seven people on this floor,
Up the stairs, a handful more.
The mercenaries slept upstairs,
Focused on their own affairs.

All the others sleeping well,
Subconsciously preempting hell.
How cruel a morning dawn can be,
Smashing dreams to thought debris.

I took my pen and pad to bed,
and wrote the questions in my head.
When tomorrow you could die,
It's strange to get as far as "why".

How long can we hold this land?
What have these survivors planned?
To fight, and run, and still persist,
Existing here just to exist?

And as I let that question play,
My pen rolled somewhere far away.
Bouncing off my skinny knee,
In a place too dark to see.

I awoke to panicked shouts,
From one of the upstairs scouts.
"Arm yourselves and get your gear!
An army of them's coming here!"

I peeked through a wooden crack,
A legion, ready for attack.
All the humans loaded clips,
Strapping extras to their hips.

Silhouetted by the dawn,
Heading for the grassy lawn,
Uncountable, and very dense
The undead army was immense

The people scrambled to prepare,
They forgot that I was there.
Uninformed, and unequipped.
The first of the traps were tripped.

A claymore mine out in the street,
Exploded with tremendous heat.
Bigger than they all had thought,
It blew the gate off of the lot.

A chunk of undead force was gone,
Still the army shambled on.
Two hundred at the very least,
Eager for their human feast.

And with our back against the wall,
We would have to fight them all.
And as they start across the land,
Here is where we make a stand.


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Zombie
by: Marea E. Johnson

My mouth, it moves,
and the words come out
But I'm the walking dead
who's stumbling about.

My ears, they hear,
and the words come in
But I'm the walking dead
who's full of sin.

My eyes, they see,
the people around
But I'm the walking dead,
above the ground.

My arms, they move,
to and fro
But I'm the walking dead
with nowhere to go.

My legs, they walk me
here and there
But I'm the walking dead
and nobody cares.

My heart, it beats,
but it goes unheard
I'm the walking dead,
saying not a word.

My soul is bleeding,
but none can see
For I'm the walking dead
and no more is me.

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The Living Dead
By: Xxbaby dollxX



The hunger is hard to satisfy,
You kiss my lips and I taste your pain.
I can't live,
I can't die,
Why did u do this to me?

The hunger is stronger,
I'm starving and your harder to resist.
You're bleeding on the floor,
I'm afraid I cant take it anymore.

I have to get away,
Before I do something I'm afraid of doing.
I dont want to hurt you,
But it hurts so bad.

The only way I can resist,
A cut here,
A slice there.
I don't know what is going on,
But I can't stand the hurting I feel inside.

You have to let me go,
You have to let me die.
I can't stand to think about what will happen if you don't.
Just know I love you.
I don't want you to go.

It hurts as you back away,
I know you love me too,
You are just doing what you know you have to do.
They are hurting me,
Chaining me up.

You walk in,
The horrors we've seen.
I cringe at you seeing me like this.
I know it hurts you,
What they are planning to do.

You took your life to be with me,
We were trying to escape,
They just popped up unexpected.
You are now infected,
and its my fault.

It hurts,
But We shared our last few seconds together.
As the building bursts into flames,
We kiss our last time,
Hold eachother for the last time,
Say "I love you" For the last time.

We are the living dead

AnthologyPlan

Zombies.

I have chosen zombies as the theme of my anthology. To be honest the idea of rotting disfigured corpses returning from the dead, to eat living human brains is great. Zombies are truly creatures of necessity with only one driving thirst; gather and consume living human brains. When there are zombies there are also small groups of non-zombie "survivors" that are typically running away from said zombies. Do I believe in zombies? not really but, zombies are metaphors for uncontrollable chaos that we are all always running from.


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Zombie Unicorn Attack

The walls closed in to my surprise.
I cried, tears in my hazel eyes.
The door blew open as my assassins came in covered in blood.
Their hooves were filled with mud.
"What the?!" I screamed.
"We're zombie unicorns!" they shrieked.
It was true!
Their decaying skin was blue.
They moaned as they came closer to me.
I looked around for an exit, I could not be free.
I kicked as they were about to eat my brain.
They jumped on me, the weight was too much of a strain.
Looks of hunger were in their eyes.
I know what they were thinking, "Brains. Tastier than any pies!"
As they kicked, my blood spurted all around.
Then my head fell with a thud onto the ground.
As my spirit descended, I saw them eat the contents of my head.
"YOU MORONS!" I yelled. I killed them all, and that's why the unicorns are said to be dead.

Poem by Ghostgirl


http://allpoetry.com/poem/5778413

Trapped Like Rats

Zombie outbreak
Quarantine, locked in a room
“It’s safe here”
“This is for your own protection”
Minutes pass you here screaming
Then you hear the moans
They are coming
People huddle to the back
One way in, one way out
Trapped like rats
A horde is at the door
They pound and pound
People scream at the thought of them breaking in
Chains the only thing holding them back
But it won’t hold for long
A snap signals that death is here
Screaming in terror, no way out
“Protect the children”
It’s no use
No one will survive
It will be a massacre
No where to run
Trapped like rats
poem by: Rattlehead

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Zombie Apocalypse

They stumble run their rotten teeth
They are the terrors from beneath

Jagged claws, pale eyes
Ignore the Infected’s pleading cries

Finish them off is what to do
because later they will come after you

There is no hope they feel no pain
The shoot them now destroy their brain

When you become one, and it is when
you fall pray inside the lions den

Then do make sure,
Find the cure
A bullet to the head for sure

We are condemned to the same fate
to fall to the zombies ravenous hate

And through the infected’s hateful grin
They will tear you limb from limb

They delve like children in the cookie jar
Eating you alive like the free snack bar

You try to scream your muffle cries
as the infected hordes claw out your eyes

Eyes once a treasured gem
Now you have no use for them

Trapped inside our death cage
Like gladiators against the lions rage

Waiting for death to solemly claim
the soul it owns it has no name

The host is now the zombies prey
Do not feel grief or dismay

For you have not long, they will come
Your eyes white skin numb

The pain they bring you must endure
for this Zombie plague there is no cure

Your no longer a survivor, your one of the dead
You lust flesh, your out of your head

Your last sight will be death
Draining your soul your last breath

It’s smoky hand reaches inside
Departing out just like the tide

It takes your memories straight from your head
That marks the moment that you are dead

No time to dig a grave, no fear
Your zombie calling’s finally here

Now your a zombie you have no worth
Time to reak havoc on the survivors of earth

poem by: Caleb Law

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Aftermath

Thought, I will rule the world one day
Thought, I will rule her heart too
Thought, let me take the test
I felt it would be easy to get through

Now that the Dooms day has passed
And I see the remains all around
It feels so good to survive the death spree
But who is he lying in the pool of blood
Why does he look like me?
No! It can’t be…. it can’t be….. me! ! .

Sought all the strength from my bones
Sought her charitable support too
Sought every help I could
I was a fool to think I would get it too.

Now even though nothing remains
My ego tries to fool around
It says I survived the misery
But who is he lying in the pool of blood
Why does he look like me?
No! It can’t be…. it can’t be….. me! ! .
Poem by: Zombie Chow


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Cannibal Love Poem 1

I grow so sad when thinking on
the rate as which one heals;
specifically, you would be gone
in six or seven meals.
Your fingers – lovely, never rough –
would hardly fill one up;
your precious heart holds not enough
to scantly fill a cup.
And worst of all, I hardly might
get more than one prize cut
before the blade too deeply bites
into some vital gut.
And then, my love, you would be through;
and I cut to the bone;
the lovely meal I’d made of you
I’d have to eat alone.
If only death could be delayed,
my most delicious love,
you might look on as I filleted
you and all cuts thereof.
A ghoul in life, I have been called,
and so would be in death;
let us then, love, be both enthralled
as zombies. What loss breath?
Our love is worth more than such things
as breath and life and laughter;
I long to live unlife with you,
and eat you ever after.
Poem by: Sean Miner