Best Undead Poems

Deep in my heart 
Above all emotions
Since the day we part
There's an undead passion

I still want to be with you
To be like before we're through
My heart, here kept on waiting
Till the dreams all come true

My heart screams in pain
Hoping that you would come by
I love...

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The street lights switch on & so does my head,
From my mind flows prose, compose, no time for bed.
Who knows if those thoughts are chose to come again,
No time to doze, put on some clothes & grab yourself a pen.

The dawn breaks & so does...

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Halloween , The Undead Rise


How did darkness sneak into this room
echoes sounding of agonizing doom
Shrill sounds like chaotic dancing feet
images of stabbed and rotting meat

A dark mist hangs in this musty air
faint cries giving any soul a scare
Thumpings upon the foot of the bed
glimpses of...

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The UnDead


bloodthirsty suckers,
vampires on the prowl for prey -
a blast of sunshine...

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I have a heart not pumping not feeling
It hangs on my chest serving no purpose
I want it to hurt but it got nothing
Dried all up of life's forgotten repose.

I am soaked in decades unprocessed truth
Forever trapped in perfect preserved corpse
Without preview of underlying roots
Of how...

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She asks "May I dance with you, sweet Dracula
I really enjoy your Transylvania Twist
Perhaps later on a sexy slow dance
I'll happily expose neck and wrist

I love that red cape flows with ease
While others stare with jealous eyes
The undead boogie is such a treat
It makes me...

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Here's my thing.
I wonder if Yin-UnDead,
river of Time's ebbing wave
predicts Yang-Love Health Abundant PowerWith.

No, really,
I think about that,
and I wonder if EcoReligious Universal Messiahs
could also become Bodhisattva Integral-Unitarian Occupiers,
Zero-sacred self-invested/Othering-divested PlaceHolders,
bilaterally stretching thresholds toward health-balanced 
resonant time windows 
of co-investing light emergence
dark submergence,
with dualdark anger/fear...

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The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of
"THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet)
The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002

They dug him up with a great pointed spade,
Awoke him from his rest of ninety years,
And O what a great bellowing he made,
And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed...

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Numb in this wrecked skin
My eyes still working hard in its blurred sight
Walked limply with no direction
Pursuit the hope of a lost life

This town is full of dead dreams
People dive in patterns of camouflaged sin
Those are black bloods which stained 
As well as my existence...

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Burn the bodies,  Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor,
Shadows chase away laughter and days bleed into night.
Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor.

The towers are unforgiving, they are bitter,
Grey skies that hovers above all they bear witness with startling sight.
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet...

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Grey, melting, dry skin
Are you lost?
Bloodthirsty, horrible creature
You are afraid of the reality--
but you know the nightmare you don't live is true

Lifeless, dead eyes
You see nothing but hunger
You're a cry in the lonely night
a dream, never remembered

Wandering, aimlessly
with your menacing, crippled pace
and your intention to...

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Every night the land is
consumed by darkness, the
only light is provided by
the distant moon and stars
that seem to shimmer almost
innocently.
Still life remains present
even within the smallest of
cracks.
Innocence seems to pollute
the air like some sort of
noxious gas, choking the
lungs of the most whispered
of creatures.
Out of the...

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the undead arise

        slowly lurking around me

to prepare moon's feast

   



Halloween Senryu for Laura Loo
10/20/2017...

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Lying in their coffins
Ready to receive their orders
Then relay to their minions
Enemies to receive no quarter
Bringing hordes into lockstep
In the glow of gothic night
Where dreams and nightmares
Are presented in plain sight

Then the bell tolls
They begin to open their eyes
The hour is fast approaching
The power to...

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Cough, blood everywhere, sneeze
Rotten flesh, wracked in disease
Brainless, basic instinct to eat
Cannibal, horror that they greet
Wanderer, on the road to no where
Dead eyes, unintelligent stare

Groan, the cry of death
Violence, like a junkie on meth
Shuffle, lack of balance
Virus, for the living zero tolerance
Decay, everyone will die
Apocalypse,...

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