Short Undead Poems
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The UnDead
bloodthirsty suckers,
vampires on the prowl for prey -
a blast of sunshine
the undead arise
slowly lurking around me
to prepare moon's feast
Halloween Senryu for Laura Loo
10/20/2017
I crave a tomorrow.
Where all those undead weeks.
Convert to a strange music.
That drives away euphoria.
Bite Size Poem no.14 Poetry Contest.
Where is the birthplace
Of the unholy and corrupt
The place of the lost
Where evil stems and harbors
Final home of the undead
Russell Sivey
A love that is not sated
Lies in a poisoned bed
Where monsters just created
Writhe, unliving and undead
None knows on what they're fated
None knows on what they're fed
Form:
A powerful mist
Where skulls have all the power
And skeletons are the primary
Reason for swift death
The undead sweeps up the night
Opens the evening with fear
Russell Sivey
fly the earth waiting for your soul
waiting for time to pass
punishment for my sins
protecting and watching
looking over you
is this a punishment
protecting the innocent
fighting the evil
what can you dream of more?
In the cemetery the undead live once again
They kill all who enter, even next of kin
Halloween resurrects the dead with their sins
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Trinity" contest
10/23/2012
Ghouls
Zombies
Dead of night
Creatures undead
Whoever started this must be insane.
Is it likely these creatures entertain?
Living instead
Spreading fright
Or ease
Fools
written by Cecil Hickman
Date 11-01-2013
In a cavern for all the Undead,
they examine the hole in her head,
when she opens her thighs,
maggots drop from her eyes
(it's the smell of sardines that they dread...)
written 23rd of May for Tania's Bawdy limerick contest
As our gang's led,
We'll stand on the ledge for the show.
We'll bang our heads,
And then over the edge we'll go.
Cuz they fed us meds,
And old scraps they dropped below.
There we bled undead,
With no other place to go!
Impalpable iniquity
Chaos,mind and soul
Blind in darkness
Internal fear
No will,no control
I cannot feel
The pain is dead
Moribundant
No life is left
Minatory shadow
Lingering within
Oppressed all emotion
A living zombie
I have become
the undead
Form:
You're smart and funny
You know what you're doin
I love your curls
As good as gold
Cuter than anything I've ever seen
You scream so loud
And talk very proud
I love you Da Kurlzz
Da Kurlzz is from Hollwood Undead, My FAVORITE band of ALL time!!!!! ^_^
Form:
Zombies,
walking amongst the undead.
Mindless,
no thoughts in our heads.
Waking,
to a daily dread.
Puppeteers,
controlling without strings.
Humans,
who fall for everything.
Giants,
crushing like fleas.
We,
who are to blind to see.
When,
did we become Zombies?
Form:
As I try to clean up my mother's garden
I spy:
2 novels (read)
4 red roses (undead)
A single roll of thread
5 batteries (dead)
A weeping daisy on the edge
And a bit of some very depressed hedge.
All things my mother would hate to find in her beloved garden.
The clock chimes 3–
I lay sleepless in bed
My body feels frozen-
I feel like i’m undead.
My thoughts run wild.
Like a horse in a race.
Im like a labyrinth-
Yet as fragile as a porcelain vase.
I try to sleep yet I open my eyes-
Here comes morning, the sunlight comes to rise.
View my image, here begins the trance
All fear me, my hunger gives you no chance
Many do not see me, they are not aware
Pure of heart, you must beware
I fly silent, you sleep in your room
Roaming eternity forever, it is my doom
Eyes coldly watching, I will wait for you in my tomb
• Don't be shy
• Have a bite
• You're new here
• So it's only right
• Bare your fangs
• Sink them in
• Pay no mind to the blotches on the skin
• Feel free to taste the blood drawn
• It's good for the undead soul
• Take your time when chewing
• Don't swallow the bones whole
Turn around what do you see?
A rattling skeleton roaming free?
Or a werewolf howling at the moon?
something could get you soon!
Like a witch just seeking her dinner?
Or the deadly reamains of an undead sinner?
So watch your back all Halloween night.
And dont let the monsters give you a fright.
Candles are placed upon a grave
In hopes that skeletons will rise
It takes a fighter strong and brave
Candles are placed upon a grave
Underground darkness like a cave
Is where the undead will arise
Candles are placed upon a grave
In hopes that skeletons will rise
Russell Sivey
Scary faces peer
Down the eerie pumpkin paths
Doorbells ring from fright
All the boys and ghouls
Spooky creatures of the night
Undead creep around
Keep those goblins safe
As they fill those bags with treats
Welcome Halloween!
* for Linda-Marie-Sweetheart of p.s. halloween haiku contest
Rocky
Brother, son, uncle, artist
Brother of Aaron, Amy, and Jessica
Lover of the arts, cute girls, and love
Who feels happiness, love, tired
Who fears rejection, pain, and falling
Who would like to see Tokyo, Hollywood Undead live, and an acceptance letter to MIT
Resident of Clarkston, Washington
Swartzfager
hairy ghoul added juice to gruel
daughter thought he was a big fat fool
mind your business he said
you recent undead
she turned to go to monster school
gruel was gurgling hardily so
thus, she did not mind having to go
she got her backpack
and shoes off the rack
yelled goodbye to those in dungeon below
If today was your last would you change it up at all?
If you knew you had less than an hour before death,
would you do anything differently?
the undead rarely think about this.
lack of experience has not helped us much.
If you had twelve minutes left, would you still be at work?
What would you do?
Do that!
Count Dracula’s Love
Count Dracula’s love is blood—sweet and bright red,
And he wants to bite your neck while you’re in bed!
Seeking his next eternal bride on this All Hallows’ Eve,
His “undead” bite makes him happy and isn’t a pet peeve!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 25, 2015 (Clerihew)