Best Walking Dead Poems

Fear The Walking Dead

Moaning groaning growling too
they stumble in the night.
Looking for someone like you
so they can grab a bite.

Bumping up against the door
and peeking through the crack.
They no longer know the time
but want a midnight snack.

Heed the warnings that I give
listen to the words...

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On Halloween night, the walking dead clones
Shuffle around with mumbled grunts and groans
But have no fear
When they come near
They would rather die, than turn off their phones!...

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The Walking Dead, the zombie apocalypse,
is a mirror image of social collapse.
Eliminate the zombies from the series,
but give that abhorrent human behaviour that follows a very deep study,
because when the dollar crashes, and it will inevitably,
the very same abhorrent human behaviour will spread globally exponentially....

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There is an emptiness. You see no face.
Humanity. . . Wherever can it be?
Enveloped by strange silence is each place.

Whole towns have been abandoned! Finally,
A figure is approaching - a small child.
Look! Her mouth with something red seems wet.
Keep moving. This girl’s face is not...

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Numbness as I walk in halls
A heavy load in my hand I bear
Tome of the ancient past
Portrays a fog in my mind

Emptiness, void and vanity
As I look at zombies like me
Consumed by an epidemic...
Which left us cold-blooded

At the darkness of dusk
When the sun shines no...

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People tell me can you hear
those dark forces drawing near?

On this shadowed shard of night
traveling through the stench and blight.

These undead in wrapped attire
creeping through the murk and mire.

Ghastly in their evil space
slimy torso,dripping face.

Their intent's to see you dead
so they can eat your limbs...

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( THE WALKING DEAD )

Their faces torn in shreds of blood, eyes hanging by there threads.
Something thats very scary, that will make you hide under beds.
Hands twisted to the right, bones pertrude through their skin.
A sight not liked by many men, a pure hatred evil...

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The walking dead with emotionless stare, eyes a window to the soul, traumatized from the war that rages, leaving open wounds of glow.

Face down in the mire, entrenched in the realm of understanding, yet they have ears but do not hear, and eyes but cannot...

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Rushing to nowhere
The dead are lowest on time
For eternity
Self-condemned to walk empty
Though life works differently...

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Christmas and birthdays have now past.
The hustle and bustle is now done
The pain in my heart still does outlast,
Even though another year has begun.

Another year for me to grieve,
Another year for me to get through.
No longer the mom that is so naïve,
Yet my dreams I...

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You see the shell, it appears intact
but deep inside the demons  attack
chewing, gnashing, flailing about
no one happy will ever get out.
Stomping on good thoughts, smashing your pride
You have become nothing, have nowhere to hide...

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When the lights go off
I just wanna hide my face
When the lights are on
I just wanna bury myself
Least they see my sorrows
The streak of tears 
The agony written on my face
Walking but not feeling my legs
Its like walking dead

When I try to lift my head
They...

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I am Negan "
Oh no you're not Eugene! 
How could you,  after all that you've seen, 
I understand your reasoning, 
I might've done the same... 
If I was a complete coward and 
totally had no shame! 
As for Jadis... 
Well... What a freak! 
Isn't...

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In this World....
In this world...
There are many deaf people walking around....
Deaf to the singing of the stars
Deaf to the voiceless words
Deaf to the whispers of the heart
Deaf to the plaintive moans
Deaf!

In this world....
There are many blind people walking around...
Blind to the kaleidoscope of rainbow colors
Blind...

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That cream-coloured car is there again
in the parking space at that block of white flats.
She's there every weekday, its owner:
a warden, official, administrator?

Does she work in a room there,
or wander the corridors, nattering to residents
who seem to be the walking dead?
Or does she shut herself...

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