Sunday, July 25, 2010

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.


http://poem.mibba.com/183085/Zombie-Unicorn-Attack

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

http://www.bigfeature.org/zombie-apocalypse-poem.html

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


http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aftermath-12/

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


http://www.scribd.com/doc/14430369/Cannibal-Love-Poems

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


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