Zombies Poems - Poems about Zombies

If they were zombies. Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into… Maybe they’d be more likely, To come back for me. I’m not saying they don’t care. They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about. And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either. They are my...

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The players enter the arena to battle out their mind But we already know that only one will survive Four friends fight over rumors that spread Let us the audience see how their relationship will end 1. The Goddess The leader of the friends and the leader of the school Everyone in this room is a victim of her rule However, her...

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In the dead of night, when shadows creep, A haunting presence, secrets to keep. Beneath the moon's gaze, darkness awakes, As Halloween's spell, its hold it takes. Ghosts and ghouls, they roam the land, A spectral army, at their command. Whispering winds, a chilling breeze, Echoing screams, the sound of unease. Jack-o'-lanterns flicker with an eerie glow, Their grinning faces, a sinister show. Witches on...

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Holloween is upon us we are anxiously waiting for people to scare Trick or treaters trouble awaits you need to be aware A creepy witch as well as a Daracula and Frankenstein will meet you at the door The scary experience will shake you to the core Up on the roof, a witch is stirring her potion just for...

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One Summer night, just around dawn A Motley Crew came to town But there was something that filled with dread They were all very dead. The folk scattered to all sides Escaping dead of all kinds Skeletons and Zombies too Some jokingly howling "Booo". And so madness has begun "Scaring people is so fun!" "We will get you very soon!" Roared the monsters to the tune Of...

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Behold! That which art carved from deaths mold; The undead. What more can be said to those who have already bled and passed, wondering, pondering, seemingly lost, if not instead without destination, all seeking to sate an unfathomable sensation. A hunger most tormenting, which no mortal lamenting could comprehend The ethereal pains of zombies who survived their end....

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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...

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Zombies dwell in the halls of justice of this country joining other dead brained imposters with their eye on the throne of Democracy the Holy Grail of money, money, money Darkness surrounded us, the fight for promised justice had begun waiting was moot, as usual the dreaded police sought victims to murder the struggle must continue until evil...

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Sulfuric acid Contact lenses blinded As my eye see it's not Pupils dilated as my spinal cord Begins to rot Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped Gordon Ramsay reminds me what's all the fussing and yelling about Is it problematic would it be ever so this plan on it Disciplinarian Vegetarian and where are...

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the Horror by Michael R. Burch the Horror lurks inside our closets the Horror hides beneath our beds the Horror hisses ancient curses the Horror whispers in our heads the Horror tells us Death is coming the Horror tells us there’s no hope the Horror tells us “life” is futile the Horror beckons, “there’s the Rope!” Horror by Michael R. Burch What I ache to say is...

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It's midnight and perhaps late April, The gunshots thundered sporadically across the roof, Suddenly, an awkward silence crammed all the rooms. Favour Akachukwu Onyekachi ran to the lavatory for safety, But saw something creeping on the wall. It was as if the creature was coming towards her. She could not switch on the electric bulb, It was few inches away from where...

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No wonder our dreams have grown dark We’re living in our own film-noir Claws extend from every cloud And grip our very hearts They hold our minds in iron jaws As we become disposable corpses Icy eyelights staring out From the murk of a distant forest Our fear of what we might become Inspires our creations Comedies of denial...

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Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words Deep in the bayous of Louisiana sits an abandoned cabin in the swamps the cabin is inhabited by an ancient evil creature newly risen from the depths of hell He has taken over the house deep in the impenetrable swap he prepares to unleash an evil upon the world calling upon...

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III. There must be a hundred, silent and cruel, a slow-moving wave as the night grew cool, Rose had a shotgun, to blast out her hate, yet Sol remained steady, motioned her to wait. He didn’t shoot, he had planned out this trick, just drew a match and then picked up a stick, waited until they reached the circle below, then tossed out...

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II. They were locked inside, surrounded by moans, the pained cries of Hell enveloped the home, the rancher too broken to even speak, while Rose went and got Sol something to eat. Sol went to work, and found a heavy chest, pushed it to the door to block the entrance, did the same at the back with the table, checked their weapons, made...

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