Dark Discovery

A scream shatters the dead of night
     Methinks a wicked villain hadst fouled a woman

Therefore lest I forswear my lordship
     With haste do I run through perilous manner

Wherefore he stumbles o'er yon street
     The drunkard I see doth deceive my eyes

For naught drunk from the goblet hast loathsome slander
     But from out of his grave this grotesque doth wander


{Thus begins a new age of the supernatural, who knows what the future will bring}

A change-up in poetry

This Father's Day, I received the Shakespeare kit from my wonderful, oldest daughter.  So, get ready for a change-up!  Zombies are moving into the Elizabethan age as well!

Welcome to the Club

Together, let's chase them everywhere

An unstoppable mob
     filled with a taste for warm flesh

Who thought sucking eyes out of skulls
     would be that infecting of a thing

But you know, my pale skinned creature

     a headshot will kill

          and undead no more

                we move into the grave again

Watch your step

If you would stumble in the street
     Chased by hungry zombies
          Human flesh they like to eat

Before you can scream into the night
     It is feasting on brains
          And takes no little bite

Instinct

Beneath the dark of night
     they trudge slowly
     creatures hungry for brains

More damned than evil

Like a mob from the movies
     we mindlessly destroy with fire
     filling our need to kill anything wretched

If only zombies could scream

Guest poet

Brains everywhere on streets

More undead creature madness follows

wretched human wandering the night

a shot plagues the grave horror

[this poem was created by Jessica Tracey]

Freedom

It rises from the grave
Rotten flesh sagging
A shadow of the living
   Moaning
      Hungry
        Confused
A shot screams out
I whisper no more.


[This interpretation of this poem has brought several viewpoints.  I would be interested to know what you think about this, especially who is the person speaking (who no longer whispers).]