Best Living Dead Poems

Held behind cold stone walls,
In silence, marched to work.
The shabby dressed walked prison halls,
Hell waits for those who shirk.

Breaking rocks or picking rope,
Naught to eat save gruel and bread,
Pointless toil, devoid of hope,
Here worked the living dead.

Mornings in the chapel praying,
The gathered wincing at the...

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From my window, darkness was quickly descending.
Costumed creatures were walking about, pretending
to be goblins and ghosts, expecting me to be scared
and totally freaked out, for which I was not prepared.

I'd been warned about evil spirts on Halloween night,
and vampires rising from coffins to give my...

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Rising from their graves,
Breaking through the ground,
Raised by radiation waves,
They are coming to your town.

Board up all your doors,
Nail them good and tight,
Or there will be blood and gore,
By the end of the night.

They tear down your walls,
Break through your window pane,
No one can help...

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Mysterious me
I'm mysterious, secretive,evasive 
No friends, very little family
A Nomad traveling from city to city
State to state, country to country
No ties or obligations 
I am free in my own mind.
I posses the inability to fear.
So I cast myself to lions and wolves
Wishing death but I...

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Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons, 
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and wolverines,
Dracula, zombies and Frankenstein,
Skeletons, Spiderman and scarecrows,
Walking deads or the Grim Reaper,
Pretty princesses or the wicked witches,
We too tagged along...

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" Flower plucked from plant is like a new born baby dumped on road"


Bright, tender flower, my beauty all devour
Humans stop and look at me, faces full of glee

Joyous whole day, in breeze I sway
Many sisters and brothers, love chatting with others

Family loves me, am...

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Take away the safety net
What remains 
only the weak kill and call themselves men 
A coward hides in the mountain of who they are 
behind their own curse justifying wrongs 
Tears falling each and every single day 
suffering innocence weep 

Self inflicted forged inside darkness...

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While walking through a cemetery
Things were really quite ordinary
Until I finally saw
My "alive" mother-in-law
That's when it turned out to be quite scary...

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She lives in misery,
She goes to school where she gets bullied, pushed around, and called names,
Her parents hate her,
She has no friends, and her whole world is dark,
No one likes her,
Sometimes she wonders if anyone would care if she killed herself.
She cries herself to sleep,
A...

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My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
 where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
 I seem to hear the echo of a voice
 Lamenting over the vast stretches where my thoughts cling

 Here, children ran and played and called each...

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In a place many others often dread
Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas
She glides along the tumbledown cemetery
Deep down knowing those who are no longer living
Through bones remain, aren’t even truly dead

She’s Halloween even in winter’s fresh fallen snow 
In the darkness where she...

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O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts?
Existing so - tho' not soothly living.
Haps thou art the living dead which resorts
Into its cold chamber ne'er living....

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She gets high on suicide

Cos that’s the aphrodisiac 

Running through her veins

At some point soon

She’ll hear that tune

Pushing her nearer

To her doom

The note is already in her head

Recited from the living dead

Goodbye world

It’s time to go

I never had a chance

But don’t feel sorry for little...

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A vast multitude adorn in dregs purloining, 
Fashionable filth clocked with piety, 
Showmanship on sacred alters, 
Multitude of compromised public orators. 
Fair formalities of professors void of sincerity, 
A subtle subversion of ancient landmark. 
As scandalous abomination alters this call,
The affinity of sheep and the...

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He couldn't feel her or hear her,
Simply because he chose not to,
But believe it or not she was there with him everyday trying to point him,
Out of harms way.
He was always a daredevil,
Anger built up inside,
Tears welled up in his eyes,
He missed his sister all...

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