Walking Dead Poems - Poems about Walking Dead

The Walking Dead It’s said that at the crucifixion, certain events took place. But nowhere in history do we find this case. Eclipses, in the ancient world, were important events, And often believed to be major portents. But history lacks this event of immanity, And that’s a big problem for Christianity. A literary trope and mimesis again, Showing up with the ancients’ pen. Again,miracle...

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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 away till home time? Why do I find an interest in that...

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Soulless we walk, despondent and destitute.. Anxiety as our body shrink illfare to our future.. Our posture stand not, for our legs are frail.. Our homelands are dreadful.. Lifeless we walk.. Voidness without currency.. Occupant without occupation.. Hopeless and homeless.. Hardship with misery We clamor for our plight.. Unbearable hunger and joblessness...... Inflation and poverty without cessation.. Food shortage and insecurities.. deadly we walk, with anguish without...

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Does the dead not walk? I woke up in the middle of last night drained, In my castle built in the stark blank, I was like the vulture beaten by wild rain storm. Does the dead not walk? The fragrance which pefumed from my body was alluring, But it stunk on the people's nostrils, In that I know I have been to...

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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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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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I am a sinful man I am the walking dead Saved only by grace This is all I have And no it's not a dream 10 to 50 trillion cells Are always Created and destroyed in my body My spirit, soul and mind can hardly Keep up, stay up, be strong--though I am a sinful man I am the walking dead My skin breaks down My...

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Debilitating Despair- Tortured Tirelessly- Rotten Rebellion- Perilous Pain- Skipping Survival- Needless Nothings- Eyes fixed in a Black Haze- Used Goods- Hidden Hope- Walking Dead...

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Here the walking dead writes, Wishing to be no more than a shadow, Knowing the future, remembering the past, Things are worse, Will they get better? Who knows but, The walking dead? Waiting for no answer, Wanting to die now, To feel no hardship later, The human feeling life coming to its end, And there's no one for human's defense...

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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 it about time she learned how to speak! Poor Michonne,...

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The Real Walking Dead We are living among the dead yet they don't know it yet Through darkened tunnels of logical persuasion with evil minds that plug The destructive measure of mankind having eyes yet not seeing In a shade of blackened features with the strong stench of death A horrible moment in time with riots...

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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 scare me back to my hole No mercy I cry injustice He...

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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 so mild. Inside a vacant house you need to get! Now suddenly,...

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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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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 see, dulled senses of polluted soul leaves a lasting plea. Around...

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