Best Zombies Poems
Zeal uncontained, needing quarantine
Oscillating rigor mortis, feigned or real
Madness, the only description saleable
Both for actors and non actors alike
Invested in the runaway train consumers
Enjoy at the expense of real tragedy
Shuttered from public view, until it's not
10/15/14
Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Tech Zombies
Written: by Tom Wright
10-6-2016
Some have lost the ability to use their head,
And depend on gadgets to get by instead.
A Phone, Pod, or tablet now fills each hand,
And in certain venues they should be banned.
I’ve sat in church and observed others texting,
And this, to me, has become quite perplexing.
Distracted, I think, why even bother to come,
As I muse, why this, they can’t refrain from.
“Techies” can’t wait for Apple’s latest upgrade,
While I sit thinking they’re just being played.
Like sheep they stand in line at a local store,
To be fleeced for a device they’ve fallen for;
Technology has made our lives so much better,
Giving us aspirations of being the pacesetter;
Technology, now, is nearing an insane extreme,
But an enormous boost to poor self esteem;
Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed
Zombies ate my Christmas guests
Oh Lord you should have seen it
Don't know what the cops will think
But the neighbors won't believe it
Granny dodged and moved so quick
She ran like Herschel Walker
Just as it seemed she'd get away
She tripped, that's how they caught her
Uncle Fred was passed out cold
From slugging lots of scotch
So they put him in the blender
And started drinking shots
What happened to the others
Is a tale to gross to tell
But i think that me and grandpa
Are going straight to... well now
See grandpa is a Wiley one
And he knew just what to do
Smeared on blood and messed his pants
Then said you'd better too
The zombies still came after us
But when they caught our smell
stopped all of their snarling
And said welcome..... what the well now
So grandpa, me, and zombies
All sat at the dinner table
Drinking shots of uncle Fred
And dinning on aunt mable
The Zombies got together with our Dragon on one fall Day.
They said that they wanted to come over for Halloween to play.
At least, that’s what, the Zombies, to Dragon, definitely, did say.
But ulterior motives were set into motion, to Dragon’s dismay.
You see, they wanted to be famous, like Dragon, and save the day.
But with Dragon a Hero, no one called on them, ever, in that way.
So they locked Dragon up, quietly, while playing Hide and Go Seek.
Then, they ran off, to yes, find their fame in ways, so very unique.
When Dragon finally got out, he went to find dear old Grandpa Troll.
Grandpa Troll decided to help them with ideas for… each and every one.
As no one would stop running and listen, each time, they came into view.
So Grandpa Troll became a go between, and Dragon learned to help, too.
Terrorists were scared away when Zombies dressed up like 72 virgins.
Got to admit: That’s definitely a new interpretation and a new version.
What can I say! Next time, beware, of what strangers promise… to you…
If it sounds too good to be true… Well, I’d of run, too! Wouldn’t you?
A Zombie lawyer came to court, Hey, he was a lawyer before, he died.
When he came over, ground his teeth, and then sat down, by their side.
His clients took guilty pleas, were scared straight or whimpered and cried.
I think the Zombie was hungry, so perhaps they were being most wise.
Then surrounding a school… They stopped a shooter from getting thru.
The shooter shot at the Zombies, being scared! Not at the kids! It’s true!
And the FBI found, they scared people from a house, without a firefight.
After all, who is more scary, the police… or Zombies… day or night…
Yep, in strange ways… they were usually effective, in most fights.
ISIS always took flight, as Zombies came running waving the ISIS flag.
Worried that becoming Zombies would soon also be their new plight…
No one in ISIS waited to find out, if that would definitely, become right.
Some were even signed for a new TV series… Yep! Just what we needed!
Another Zombie show… Is being written… This time, a reality show!
It’ll be called ‘Zombie Heros’… They’re sure you’ll be smitten!
And, of course, hopefully… not bitten… Happy Halloween!
Passed the old church at midnight
Night time dark, damp and windy
Thoughts about coming home to a warm bed
Hear sounds from the bushes and trees
Glimpsing human shadows
They move slowly and very quiet
The wind comes against me with a rotten smell
The smell is indescribable nauseating
The lights of a car further down the street
gives me a cruel picture
Three human figures indented and rotting faces
Apathetic and dull but driven by the will to kill
The car is advancing by my side, the driver he knows he's seen it before
Zombies love this place at midnight
Never go here alone on the night of Halloween
Who has not heard of it ....
I can still smell the rotten smell
Sponsor Leonora Galinta
Contest Name Halloween Poem Contest with Only 1 theme.
15.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(2nd place in the contest)
ZOMBIES
Inanimated, staring at the screen,
a little odd, and writing thoughts I've heard,
the stuff of life, I write just what I mean,
from out of death, where I get every word.
These things I know, but are misunderstood,
and lifeless is the place you'd have to go
in dealing with it, if you even could,
the place where only death will ever know.
All blinded by the light of cyberspace,
both deaf and dumb, and dead to life it seems,
I talk to you, though you don't see my face,
and I am lost somewhere among your dreams.
The undertaker fit my neck too tight,
and all I see is eyes that can not see,
here on my moniter, both day and night
more zombies and they're looking back at me.
© Ron Wilson Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Zombies only animate
On a scary Halloween.
If that night were abolished
They would never more be seen.
Don't know if it would eat me
If I met one on that night.
I'll not die from not knowing
But I might die from the fright.
They can't be dead but not dead,
Nor alive but not alive.
I wonder if they'd be stung
If they bumped into bee-hive.
If you like ghosts and goblins
Then you might like zombies too.
But as for me I'll dodge all three
And just leave them all for you.
This Halloween I'll wear a mask
As ugly as it can be
So if I meet a Zombie
He will be more scared of me.
By: Joyce Johnson
October20,2013
I was in bed the other night, sound asleep, when I was suddenly, awoken up.
Lo and Behold, there within my bed, I was covered by frogs, which had hiccups.
Now I wish this were a dream you know, as my eyes grew to, beyond saucer size.
I love my little forest friends, but these are the Weird FROGS, for crying out loud!
With a fear of moving, I gently ask, why they did partake, to join us in our bed.
All I got was closer snuggles, plus more hiccups, as they tried to hop, upon my head.
Enough’s enough, I did decide, as I gently pushed them over to my Hubby’s side.
I got up, turned on the light, and settled them down, as to my hubby, they did confide.
They said, monsters had chased them all around, until safety, they were bound.
Real monsters are here, and there, and everywhere, there’s Zombies all around!
Now, the Penguins and Dragon had been allowed a sleep over, just this very night.
I had allowed them all a TV with PG rated movies, which would certainly, be all right.
But Dragon wanted better one’s, so he stole into my older son’s collection, in his room.
In Dragon’s Lair, a party had gone on, with Zombie movies scattered, to his doom.
Before us, all the penguins had Zombie get up on, as they laughed at what they’d done.
But our weird frogs had been scared half to death, this had not been a good type of fun.
Bullies have no place in my house, so I addressed this, in a determined and clear tone.
They had to apologize to our weird frogs, before they took them all the way, back home.
It seems, the Weird frogs had called the penguins Barbarians, while we were at the Zoo.
But one thoughtless act, does not allow a second one, getting even is not the way to do.
So both had to suck in their hurt, and finally admit to their own terrible mistakes.
That’s when the party really began, as new and lasting friendships were finally made.
For a week they played together on the shore, of our beautiful lake, in lots of fun games.
And the only Zombies on the Loose, to be found, were playful silly costume things.
Written on a nightmarish, mostly sleepless night 7-2-2013
On a cold December night,
I run through the full moons light.
I stumble and fall in the snow,
as my fear I try not to show.
I find a place to hide,
sniffling back tears I have cried.
Close my eyes and start to pray,
I want to live another day.
I hear someone creeping near,
I start to panic and fill with fear.
A pain runs through my sight,
my arm the wretched zombie did bite.
I quickly pull and run away,
human is what I want to stay.
My blood starts to boil,
dying I fall onto the soil.
My brain starts to burn,
flesh and blood I start to yearn.
Starving as the hunger starts to rise,
inside my humanity slowly dies.
I get up and slowly walk,
I only moan and cannot talk.
moving at a snails pace,
my friends I want to eat their face.
Their heartbeats I can hear,
on the wind I smell their fear.
Delicious it does taste,
their blood not a drop I'll waste.
I shudder at their screams,
their skin I rip at the seams.
Bones with my teeth I do crack,
their blood on my lips is my snack.
I mindlessly go forth into the night,
searching for meat is my only fight.
So lock your doors and close the shutters,
because into you town I do stutter.
ZOMBIES
Inanimated, staring at the screen,
a little odd, and writing thoughts I've heard,
the stuff of life, I write just what I mean,
from out of dark, where I get every word.
These things I know, but are misunderstood,
and lifeless is the place you'd have to go
in dealing with it, if you even could,
the place where only dark will ever know.
All blinded by the light of cyberspace,
both deaf and dumb, and dead to life it seems,
I talk to you, though you don't see my face,
and I am lost somewhere among your dreams.
The undertaker fit my neck too tight,
and all I see is eyes that can not see,
here on my moniter, both day and night
more zombies and they're looking back at me.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
zombies stumbling in the night
walk together side by side
looking for human
bloody Mary's a scary in sight
howling and gnashing the line breaker
they seem strong and hungry
So strong to stop them
hide the dog a little help is good
every now and then
4th Place Winner
For Tracie's Spooky Ku" contest
October 12, 2012
Traditional poetry is written in METER, wherein the words in
any given line are read/heard in syllable groups called 'feet'.
An IAMB is a foot containing one un-emphasized syllable,
followed by a second emphasized (or 'stressed') syllable.
PENTA is the Greek prefix for five. The phrase IAMBIC PENTAMETER
refers to a poetic format in which each line contains five iambic pairs (individually, ten alternating UN-STRESSED and STRESSED syllables).
The result is a distinct but pleasant pattern that might be compared
to the sound of someone (or someTHING!) walking with a slightly
uneven gait: ... step-STEP... step-STEP... step-STEP...
††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
An 'iamb' is a pair of syllables
that sound like zombies coming down the street;
First, one soft step and next, a step that PULLS.
(You'll know when one's around just by it's feet)
'Pentameter' is bound to stop them then -
It's found to top their footsteps off at ten!
††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
My head feels like it has a lava lamp inside
The skull has a long crack going across the front
I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha
Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds
Tis the season for old fashioned double features
Killer girls and flesh eating zombies rule this year
Sucking the crystal geyser for all it is worth
The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play
Think I’ll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tan
Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come
Make my life sound thrilling with my ukulele
While I pour down those Beefeater gin and tonics
I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day
While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife
Change my religion back to innocent pagan
Shed all this Christian guilt like a well worn condom
I’ll hang Wiccan twig men in the lush green forest
And read about the Peloponnesian war years
Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display
Then ship my old video tapes to my momma
Install some buckhorns on the hog for back relief
And turn fifty with a big four twenty bong hit
I’ll drop in just to ask question and make one think
Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails
Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots
Number my candles with secret hieroglyphics
Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg
Then the healing will begin, and the world will turn