destiffed, unlift these eyelids so heavy on my skin
see you eating, make a new meaning of grubbing off your palm
hearing those bones crack, and shake the leftovers off your chin
no plates or napkins here

you're walking hunched over, blood rushing out the sides of your mouth
I can still smell the stench of fresh meat starting to mold on your lips
and who are you now, you're dead without identity
all your fingers met a raging chainsaw

please take me with you to that grave
I want to go with you.

you're walking half backwards, semi-forwards, split in two
you walk as if you are a fork in the road, confused with frustration
you're blind and an easy target to a hidden land mine
crowded in a decaying jacket full of earth worms and filth

but the way you roam the sewers like a bully in a school
soaking what's left of your shoes and socks, you look to rule
you're havoc, chaos, an accident, betrayal to the world
missing teeth and missing cells to function correctly

and there goes one less civilian, their spine riding down your throat
no longer will they scream in terror, they're dying faster
you're not vicious, you are as calm and gentle as they come
and I just want to hold you

please take me with you to that grave
where you lay to rest
when night time retires and the sun rises
burning whatever flesh left

please take me with you to your grave,
I want to lie beside you.

 

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The cursed walk amongst us
empty graves filled with light
vacant eyes pierce the darkness
searching for the night

Curses, rhymes, and riddles
outside the wolfbane blooms
the undead creep the cobblestones
as the frightened cower in darkened rooms

The full moon signals midnight
a ghostly beacon for the dead
to show them the way to the living
their hunger to be fed

Screams fill the night's silence
as the sacrifice begins
the voodoo moon shines brightly
as reality comes to an end

 

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(Like a zombie)

Numb mind ,clouded sight
A thing which once died but now refuses to do so
Unwanted, ,feared undead
Seen only in movies, staggering on a few pages of a cheap book.
Has only one purpose to search for food.
To sustain its existence Does it care ‘bout the distance ?
Ney It just walks ,Never talks but always moans.
For our flash just to survive I n it’s state of, decoy governed un-life.

~Shiriru

Nice poems, guys! I might do a little something myself when I have the time... right now I'm drowning in homework, heh.

You look at us, and think that we are mad.

You look at us, and think that we are dangerous.

You look at us, and think that we are monsters.

Have you ever really thought things through?



For we are generous, as we spread a gift that will keep on giving.

For we are merciful, as we end the suffering of those who are too tired to go on.

For we are caring, as we willingly sacrifice myself to satisfy my companion's hunger.

Does that make us less human, or more?



You despise us, don't you?

You fear us, don't you?

What makes you think we don't feel the same about you?



You bring pain.

We bring love.

You bring weapons.

We bring friends.

You bring death.

We bring life.



We live.

Our life is good.

Will you let us share that?

I Liked the stanza with this enumeration of contrasts very much & as a whole it is very good methinks (I can see now that my punctuation is not so good. Yours structure is preety well arranged.) As Always Im waiting to to see more of your stuff.

Zombies piss me off

I just got blood in my stew

Now there's hell to pay

Pretty good way to sum the general survivor's life up in a few sentences, Aiden.

And this is the first time someone's been saying they're waiting for more from me... I'm so awesome! (And grateful too )

Haha thats the spirit man! So start hitting the keys soon

A LIFE NO MORE


A life?

No more

No air to store…

In lungs.

Eat chunks…

Of meat And spread…

The Word…

It is a moan.

Join me…

To never be…

Alone.

I' ve found this on the net. it's zombie haiku:

Brains? Muaghh braiiins
Brains brains braaainssss
Mrh?
Brains.
I'm not sure what it's all about. Brains, I guess.. translation pending.

Time for some grammar checking!

Let's see... one sentence to many to be counted as a haiku... failure to follow the 5-7-5 principle (5 syllables in sentence #1, 7 in the next, 5 in the third)...

Eh. Don't give a damn about things like that. I still liked the meaning of it.

Oh, and Shiriru... Frikken. Awesome. Poem.

Posted By Zed Rayadon on 25 Feb 2010 04:22 PM
Time for some grammar checking!

Let's see... one sentence to many to be counted as a haiku... failure to follow the 5-7-5 principle (5 syllables in sentence #1, 7 in the next, 5 in the third)...

Eh. Don't give a damn about things like that. I still liked the meaning of it.

Oh, and Shiriru... Frikken. Awesome. Poem.

I know, but man, he's a zombie... he tried.. what did you expect..?

@ Vishnja
Haha This gives a new meaning to Zombie Haiku = a haiku Made by a zomvie

Now something that came to my mind just yesterday.

The reason of trouble


The
Horrid
End
Do
Eventually
Awaits
Dwellers of the city

I've got this urge to write stuff today... better go along with it.

Luck

Armed with a gun
Prepared to run
I am armed to my teeth
Bullets will fly as I breathe

Than I step out through the door
My confidence is no more
I am at the bottom of the foodchain
And I'm about to feel some real pain...

The zombies crowd around me
And the last thing that I see...
Is a girl.

She has no weapons, no pistol nor axe
And she isn't very tense, no - she seems to just, relax

She walks past the scene, where I'm stunned and can't think
And suddenly she's gone, now, when I took a second to blink

Then I feel the agony.

They devour me fast
I know I won't last
For that much longer
So I think.

Why did she live, and I not?
Why did she pass, while I rot?
How could she do that, without anything?
How could she survive, when she didn't bring...

Luck.

That's the answer, it has to be
It's the missing variable, it appears to me
And I laugh as I die, for I know that what I lack
Will keep others alive - if they have got the nack.

Otherwise...

I'll be waiting for them.

Hehe compered to yours mine are just "smple nursery rhymes" ;P Anyway a nice poem. The endng strikes hard.

Hey, they are definently not nursery rhymes, dude. You're a pretty damn good poem writer, and I've gotten a lot of inspiration from you. Heck, I'd probably wouldn't be writing poems if it wasn't for other people doing it before me.

Now suck it up, acknowledge your talent, and keep writing!

Or Russia will be very dissapoint.

Well let me give a shot at this for some fun sake ..

Dead before my time
Before I even died
Now, I am alive
Within the death itself.

Led a very quiet life
Had a house and a wife
No emotions and no strife
And that was all for me.

No longer must I hide
No longer must I pray
No fear by my side
No wrong words to say.

I'm still the same, but with different blood
And from myself now I am free
If there really is a God
I hope he likes what he sees.

Want nothing
Got nothing
Was nothing
Still am.

@ Zed
OK i will try to keep up to your points
Except that its Poland Not Russia

@Vishnja
"Alive within death itself" Well said
And again the ending stanza stays in mind.

I stumble on, but I am still in life
I still draw breath, and I can draw my knife
I've been bitten but, I have not been turned
A great lesson, I think I've learned

I am invincible, yes! It's the only way
I have stayed alive, and from that I may
Draw one conclusion, which I assume you know
I am the one, who will start to sow
The seeds
Of the future.

I am destined to win, nothing can go wrong!
I'm immune, I'm perfected, I could burst into song!
I'm feeling so light now, my head starts to spin!
The joy is too much, it's almost a sin!

I laugh and I run, along this great street
The joy just keeps growing! I can't feel my feet!
And my head is so distant, I'm feeling so great!
I'll kill all the zombies, it must be my fate!

Then I fall on the ground but, I don't really care
Because the joy has now leaved me, and I can only stare
At my gun, at my backpack, at the knife that I brought
Then I leave it just there, without thinking a thought

I...
Head is...
I should...
Sh...
Shrgtr...
Rtghr...

...

Braaaaaains...

Very good poem but i dont think te zed coud muster the word braaaains in the end, as this mumbling about brains is just the matter of pop culture( dont worry i get the idea and Braaains in the poem fit just as good as they can. )

I know, I just wanted to make sure people understood that he had become a zombie. Nothin' else.

Zombies moan and cry
All night, they disturb my sleep
My rifle brings peace

[I found this lying out in the street, can you perhaps find any meaning behind it?]

My last words

Living in the shadows
Running for our life
Choices made quickly
To avoid a strife

Fear is amongst us
At a growing degree
The undead are massing
The panic breaks free

Lord give us strength
Some of us cry
But our prayers are useless
To save those who die

Madness is born
From the paralyzing dread
Common man is a danger
Worse than the dead

Ending the battle
Starting a new
The horde is relentless
And the survivors are few

These are my last words
I write them with grief
Yet, as I stOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD IT BIT ME I AM GAAA [The page was ripped and bloodied here...]

First what comes to my mind it is a note to be retrived in a quest...maybe because of the comentary at the bottom.(think about submitting it as a quest reallyI would omit or change some 'the' articles like for instance last line in the penultimate stanza ,also I would change common for ordinary.But these are only my 'buts' otherwise its nice.

Thanks!

Man, I forgot to post that for some time... x.x

Giving up

Giving up

No food left.

Water is dry.

Those who loved you died.


And now they desire your flesh

“They” are the masters of death.

There is nothing left.

God did not come

All hope is gone.


You have been marked.

Soon your endless journey will start.

So stop your fight

And accept your fate.

There is nothing more to be said.


Ah you have given up.

See? Finally your heartbeat stopped.

But you care no more.

'Cause you have given up.

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(I've rearranged the lines Hope now its readable )

Best one yet. Keep on writing, will you?

Really? Thank You.To tell you the truth the ending lines were most difficult to come up with as far as the rhyme is concened.I thought rather that last stanza is not as good as the rest. lol. Of course I will be writing.Originally i had a differentr concept of a poem to write.But i dropped it and instead i produced the one presented above.

Totally not mine, but there is a guy who wrote a book about zombie haikus, and some are here:
http://www.zombiehaiku.com/fakePoet.html

@alphabetsoup.
These are just pieces of works written by famous wiriters Altered in such a way as to reseble Zobie Haiku Just Google Edgar Allan Poe for example.
Hovever someone with a very good eye have chosen these fragments.