Zombie Poems

Creature of the Night

Creature of the Night

Life bleed
Life bleed
Oxygen into my soul
Street sign
Reads Everyone heed
Pay the toll
Right side of sadness
Left out in the rain

Life bleed
Brothers and sisters
One life
Concern for others
Missing the girl
You can tell by my shirt
It could be night forever
I may never miss the day
Night traveled down this lonely highway  
My brain aches again
Killer cats electric

Zombie Backyard Barbeque

Zombies are not what you'd call givers

They'd rather sip blood by y'all's rivers

Butt crack stains on their legs

Ate backstrap, brains, and eggs

But, they preferred feasting on livers


BYOB: Bring Your Own Bruise or Bring Your Own Boos

Terms and Conditions May Apply

We cured death on a Tuesday,
launched the trial on a Thursday,
by Friday, 14% of the test group
was gnawing on the janitorial staff.

Still, the press was kind.
“Remarkable resilience,” they wrote,
as Unit 42A chewed through its restraints,
and tried to bite a cameraman.

We called them SoulSavers™,
engineered for eternal youth,
a proprietary blend of nanites, CRISPR,
and just a dash of

Zombie path

I think hate is kinda zombie like 
Where common sense takes a hike
Attacking anything that is not like you
Trying to strengthen the zombie glue
It is true 
Hate filled eyes
Spreading the lies 
Using violence as a tool
Flushing compassion down the stool
Fool
The zombies are spreading fast
A motley cast
Spreading this fight
Doesn't matter the wrong or right
Where is this

Zombie

If I were asked where I want to be,
I'd say I hate this place and life,
Where the choices I made are my bane,
And they shatter me, so I live with this pain.

When I look at the pink sky,
All I can feel is sadness.
Emptiness within me feeds on my body,
Slowly turning me into a zombie.

I hate

Zombie Apocalypse

Board up all the windows. Lock up all the doors.
Now has come the moment we’ve been preparing for.
We can’t take the time for you to come to grips…
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!

Load up all the shotguns. Sharpen up the knives.
If you have no weapons you’ll be running for your lives.
Keep your sidearm close and make

The Zombie Apocalypse

(“I of the Beholder”, 2014, original pen and ink)

 The Zombie Apocalypse 

The zombie apocalypse began a long time ago 
First as a slow burn 
As it spread friend to friend, town to town
A mind virus contagion
Hiding itself within a politically correct smile
But now a full-on raging blaze
Crowning as it leaps and jumps
Rivers and mountains,

Zombie Nation

I don't say this with indignation.
We find ourselves in a zombie nation.
Where people can't think for themselves.
Where people's thoughts put on a shelf.

The puppetmasters pull their strings.
Manipulating everything.
There is no need for separation.
Just a healthy need for conversation.

In times where you can't voice opinion.
There is no threat to cause division.
Divide and conquer was the plan.
Whilst

Old Zombie

In the shadows where the whispers creep,  
Where secrets lie and silence weeps,  
An ancient curse walks through the night,  
The old zombie stirs, a ghastly sight.  

With tattered clothes and eyes of gray,  
It roams the earth in disarray,  
A shuffling gait on broken ground,  
The echo

ZOMBIE LAND

Before my open, prying eyes
Is desolation in disguise.
But still, I find with no surprise
The living dead beyond demise.

Zombies out of mortuary
Between me and sanctuary.
I do what is necessary
To avoid my cemetery.

Damnation in my damn nation.
Cause unknown - no explanation.
Survival - preoccupation
Regarding this, abomination.

Surrender? I will not allow
Myself arrival to its bow.
Scenarios until right now...
Staying alive

Zombie Life

My face is tired looking.
They tell me that.
I’m like a zombie, except I have health insurance.
Meds should help.
But I’m claustrophobic.
The pill bottle I’m in is getting full.
Can zombies have feelings?
Can zombies get depressed?
I would look it up, but my hand is decaying.
I have a beautiful life here.
My family, my car, the sunny sky.
I have a

City Life

Talking to people
Circles of fear
Straight lines and queers
The conscious mirror drops narrator's tears
Never forgetting the bird with transparent  wings
Zombies walking in and out of their mouths
Left me standing 
No bottom
No escaping a loss soul bottom soul top
They love the way you make things worse so greater is great
So the better is undeniably good
Spinning their

Zombie

And then it came in the final bang.
The future devastation when the last bird sang.
Eerie silence and dust filled air, toxic contamination too much
to bare.
What was before no longer known, a new species evolving 
soon to roam?
Bereaved you’re spirit embraced the cold no longer a soul 
but the devils gold.
Unsightly changes soon set in, popping

zombie

I have the skills 
That normal zombies don't
No one's ever seen anything
Like it in the mist

It's not gonna help
Your agonishing escape
This moment so close
To being saved

That ending takes 
Lots of guts.

Join free now
And name a price
Up and down the sum
With which anything is bought

The franchise of the respectable
And not so respected
Captured beings like ourselves 
Now

ZOMBIE READY

Human’s ready to serve
Zombie’s flesh crave
Human’s have no time left
Hungry in wanting
Appetite in needing
Thirst for blood
Head to toe serving
Eat day and night
Human’s get no sleep in plight
Total darkness with no light
Danger Danger Danger
Zombies enter
Eat in content
Flesh to bones
Never be alone
Zombie eat up

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