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