http://allpoetry.com/poem/6512271
There's a zombie here.
There's a zombie there.
Oh my God there's zombies everywhere!
When did this happen?
Why didnt I see when
Zombies took off
With everything I need?
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere i see,
A zombie has been
made to massacre me!
Everyones gone,
There's nowhere to go,
I don't know what to do
with all these damn zombies chasing me around!
I take relief in a church
only to run screaming away from the priest
And frightened beyond belief.
The biting and scratching,
The running and chasing,
Its wearin me down.
I dont think I'll make it.
I see dawn breaking overhead
A distance valley of hills,
And after all these kills
I'm finally ready to be dead.
Wincing from the pain
I decide a willow tree is where I shld be laid,
And once I crawled over to
A zombie came and bit me through.
Last thing seen through these glazing eyes
Was a beautiful easteren sky......
Then my eyes open up to walls painted cream
And my mom shaking me
Repeating it's just a dream.
It was just a dream?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/6336017
Undead
damp mouldy earth begins to crumble
hands with rotting flesh begin to fumble
clawing their way from a cold dark tomb
hungry for human flesh they crave to consume
foul stench of decay permeating the air
staggering corpses lurching everywhere
under a shroud of fog and pale moonlight
relentlessly stalking their victims by night
running and screaming there is no escape
as the new undead begin to awake
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5946087
by sundial
the end of the world as we know it
the day after the zombie apocalypse was grim.
there were bodies lying in the streets -
many belonging to those who chose killing themselves
over infecting loved ones.
everywhere there was blood.
my clothing had been stained dark red
and my hair was caked in bodily fluid.
and all I could hear were the screams and cries
of people whose loved ones had been lost
to the plague that had ravaged the country.
how is society supposed to continue after this?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5778429
Zombie land by: rattlehead
Cursed land, decimated by time
Human life has been picked clean
Swamp filled with bodies
Re-animate to devourer
Eat alive all who step foot in this land
There is no hope for survival
They have mindless hunger in their eyes
Rotten fingers grip at your skin
Black teeth feast on your flesh
Releasing you of your life
Pulled into a pit of zombies
Feeding ground of the damned
Your body they consume
Flesh rips and bones snap
Ripped apart limb from limb
The last sight of your life
Is the face of death
Rotten and covered in maggots
This gore is your doom
Staying here forever
In this cursed zombie land
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5481271
Unnnnngh by: auburn blessing
Stumbling along,
With forgotten flesh falling from slumped shoulders,
The undead rule the day and the night,
Never sleeping,
Never stopping.
Blank eyes,
And drooling lips,
They hunger for muscle and humanity,
Hoping to satisfy,
An undead lust for death.
They come in all forms,
Of your friends and your beloved,
Small and large,
They blunder in packs,
Seemingly harmless,
But their teeth will not break on your bones.
You can run,
You can fight,
But you can't escape
A hungry society of brainless people,
Trying their best to tear you apart.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4686469
Zombie attack by wind echos
Fighting off zombies in the dark of night
Guns blazing and bodies dropping
Wondering if we'll make it out alive
Running for our lives, never looking back
Pull out that grenade, throw it behind you
Listen for the sound of the explosion
Scent of burnt bodies, and gun powder
hiding in a building, behind barred doors
Won't slow the living dead for long
Frantic screams of those left behind
Won't be long before there one of them
Shattered glass, time to move, they found away
into the room. Reloading, firing, brains flying
Making our last stand, nowhere left to run, shit.
Taking out the last of the ammo, completely screwed
thousands of them after your living flesh, and only
a handful of survivors, what is going to be done.
As the sun rises, you come out alive, what a miracle.
only a few survived, uninfected, time to leave this
wasteland, which once prospered. Moving on, hoping
more survived, to restart life, leaving this behind.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4460691
Evil residents By: Damural
Silent is the path I walk
until I come across
the ones which walk without a soul
where everything is lost
The dead that walk, can hide as well
And that, is when you'll need
a conscious mind, and ammunition
to stop the threat that feeds
When you've cleaned up all the scars
and still, all hope is gone
just look upon the STARS
to keep you safe till dawn
But still no one is safe
as the virus quickly spreads
again, you are too late
Your companions, reborn, dead
And now I am alone once more
I quickly close the drapes
This is the city's deathbed
And my last chance, my last escape...
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4814061
the awaking by moonlitanime
' one is dead, but not forgotten.
A name lived on when the body is rotten'
This is the rhyme that has been whirling
in my head. Night after night.
As I toss and turn in my bed.
As I toss my head
I feel the movement of
the undead opera
under my feet
As the black harvest moon arises
the tossing and turning get worse.
I sense the hot breath on the back of my neck
Faster, faster they run
I feel blood dripping in the corner of my mouth
Please whoever you are
unlift these eyelids
I do not want to feel the
blood any more
I do not want to feel your wrath
any longer...
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3956684
undead opera by: rubix
Gun powder's life affirming properties are evident
My mind races with my feet down steel pattern floors
In the halls of some once grand corporate office
The screams in the distant loiter like a fog
Desolate death derives deep in this barren building
Ravenous flesh pariahs chase with undying speed
Their stamina laughs at my exhaustion
Their deep murmuring screams perforate my soul
Firing blindly to my back
I hear blood spatter
I hear bodies fall
My healthy fear replaced by foolish courage
My body swivels facing rotting mindless hyenas
Shells bang on polished floors emptying copious fodder
Fighting and screaming one latches on my arm
Razor teeth sink like Titanic
The beasts head deflates as its brain hits the wall
I manage to enter a small room barring the door
They bang relentlessly
As I fall to a seat
Numb and hopeless
The Infection flows a river of pain into my heart
Tingling stings menace my mind
An Italian made wallet summons as I stare at my wife
Tears root their way down a broken smile
The gun muzzle fits itself between perfect teeth
Trigger pulls, the hammer hits........
*CLICK*
http://www.gaminggutter.com/forum/f238/zombies-poem-87067.html
Zombie's poem by benneh
Zombie’s Poem
We bravely saw the end begin,
The status quo apocalypse -
Where funeral pyres ran till dawn
On faulty urban paradise,
And dying memoirs of our lives
Gave rise to desperation.
Through desolate moralities
Strewn carelessly around,
As heaven fell with thunder-cracks,
And deadened skies took back the dusk
We clasped our hands and braced ourselves
To sail the acid sea of sloth
That spread through modern life
And all their hordes that staggered there
Were nothing but a pill-popped pest,
A quivering needle held too tight
Then quickly thrown away.
With our backs pressed to fend them off,
The nightshade buzz was laced with fear.
Squeezing savage at our sides,
We too defiant glared,
But without face the mob once surged
And whisked you out of reach.
I saw you, screaming as you died
They tore away the skin you wore,
An empty bed of former truths
That once cut through the vicious net
That now bit into your soft flesh
But even once I ran away,
Amorphous crowd in tow
I glanced back one last time and caught
A lingering trace of sky-burned eyes
That rushed me back from mind-fucked dust
The hint of blissful prodigy
Hidden a dripping razor’s edge
From the loathing army’s line
Capitalized, a guise from lower case
The wandering Zombie in the night.
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=166135
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???
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2530881890578796935
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.
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2530881890578796935
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.
http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2530881890578796935
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
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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.
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