Poetry competition CLOSED 1st December 2011 8:18pm
WINNER
SychophanticSlag
SychophanticSlag
RUNNER-UP:
Chandler
Zombie!
Devour the flesh of the living souls
Crunching down on their petrified bones
Walking as one of the hordes of death
You will not escape this rotting flesh.
Groaning like wolves in the dead of night
We stalk passerby like thieves with a knife
Our minds are empty and rotten to the core
Pry us open and you'll only find more
Delicious would be the taste of your skin
If only we had the senses of sin
Our resolve is surely the purest of pure
Feast on the ones who hearts beat
Him or her.
Arms dangle and sway
We are one with the burdens
Walking as our bodies are ruined
Sever the spine of those who dare pass
One look at our mangled bodies will last.
Forever we walk
Never uttering a word
For we are the ones
Who are damned for sure.
Crunching down on their petrified bones
Walking as one of the hordes of death
You will not escape this rotting flesh.
Groaning like wolves in the dead of night
We stalk passerby like thieves with a knife
Our minds are empty and rotten to the core
Pry us open and you'll only find more
Delicious would be the taste of your skin
If only we had the senses of sin
Our resolve is surely the purest of pure
Feast on the ones who hearts beat
Him or her.
Arms dangle and sway
We are one with the burdens
Walking as our bodies are ruined
Sever the spine of those who dare pass
One look at our mangled bodies will last.
Forever we walk
Never uttering a word
For we are the ones
Who are damned for sure.
Anonymous
wow gleana snipoms you really nailed this one
- Ancient Am I -
Musings of the Undead
Ancient, am I, but this life robbed me of much!
Or has it all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it peace such,
As I have not known since I lost my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness none can tell…
Though there is love too, so awful it consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born of Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in being.
Some call me a demon, others a vampire fiend.
But their mortal eyes are not capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it: demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and spirit…
Some power, some divinity to make me whole!
Am I dead, possessing this shell, in which I sit?
So hard is it, to tell life from death; to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with a flame,
Which came from out the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel a real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I know…
And so I embrace the night, I love my goddess.
She who took me under her great ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures my distress…
Whilst I do hear the darkness: and how it sings.
How many vessels have been consumed ashen,
By the fire that is my soul; it devours, entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease this burden!
Then, that fire will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Musings of the Undead
Ancient, am I, but this life robbed me of much!
Or has it all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it peace such,
As I have not known since I lost my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness none can tell…
Though there is love too, so awful it consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born of Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in being.
Some call me a demon, others a vampire fiend.
But their mortal eyes are not capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it: demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and spirit…
Some power, some divinity to make me whole!
Am I dead, possessing this shell, in which I sit?
So hard is it, to tell life from death; to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with a flame,
Which came from out the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel a real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I know…
And so I embrace the night, I love my goddess.
She who took me under her great ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures my distress…
Whilst I do hear the darkness: and how it sings.
How many vessels have been consumed ashen,
By the fire that is my soul; it devours, entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease this burden!
Then, that fire will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Anonymous
baron this was a delightful peice
- Forbidden Fruits -
Musings of the Undead
Had I tasted, of forbidden fruits so fine,
As the blood from your mouth offered…
Your porcelain features; white, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet so conferred.
Had I, then I would have been readied,
To compare it to some lovely ambrosia!
Only the gods can so beautifully bleed…
Redder than the pomegranate of Persia!
Behold: for you live, and shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my flesh!
For did you not taste of me, thus done…
With your life’s breathing: sweetly fresh?
So young to die and be reborn this way!
Yet so, your beauty shall endure eternal.
You will thank me when gone is the day,
And night arouses in you feelings primal.
Our love will be more savagely honest…
Freed from the trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you to the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrow of fiery intervention.
A remnant of your mortal shell, to wear,
Your body will be your wedding attire…
Alive beyond death: naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you true hellfire!
Sleep for now, and awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the hunger.
We will then dance beneath black skies,
And our passion will roar as the thunder.
Musings of the Undead
Had I tasted, of forbidden fruits so fine,
As the blood from your mouth offered…
Your porcelain features; white, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet so conferred.
Had I, then I would have been readied,
To compare it to some lovely ambrosia!
Only the gods can so beautifully bleed…
Redder than the pomegranate of Persia!
Behold: for you live, and shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my flesh!
For did you not taste of me, thus done…
With your life’s breathing: sweetly fresh?
So young to die and be reborn this way!
Yet so, your beauty shall endure eternal.
You will thank me when gone is the day,
And night arouses in you feelings primal.
Our love will be more savagely honest…
Freed from the trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you to the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrow of fiery intervention.
A remnant of your mortal shell, to wear,
Your body will be your wedding attire…
Alive beyond death: naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you true hellfire!
Sleep for now, and awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the hunger.
We will then dance beneath black skies,
And our passion will roar as the thunder.
Anonymous
baron von lasher
another wonderful dark poem
another wonderful dark poem
Anonymous
A Night Of The Living Dead
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A night of the living dead
I am the hungry corpse dead
but yet am feeding on rotten flesh
A night of the living dead
somewhat like a movie running in my head
A souless scream
from a shotgun blast
shatters bones in my brain
back to Hell from winch you came
they scream!
For this is what I am
a zombie, a creature, the undead.
I wonder to feast in graves
of plagues
and cadaver
I appear without warning
running down the city streets looking for a feast
taking lives of young and old
chewing on bones and souls
A night of the living dead....
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A night of the living dead
I am the hungry corpse dead
but yet am feeding on rotten flesh
A night of the living dead
somewhat like a movie running in my head
A souless scream
from a shotgun blast
shatters bones in my brain
back to Hell from winch you came
they scream!
For this is what I am
a zombie, a creature, the undead.
I wonder to feast in graves
of plagues
and cadaver
I appear without warning
running down the city streets looking for a feast
taking lives of young and old
chewing on bones and souls
A night of the living dead....
Anonymous
UNEARTHED
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The candle flame
faded away
before the break of day
echos of darkness
rose in my soul
for now am a zombie
eating rotten flesh from tombs
I was unearthed by a mighty noise
as the cemetery came alive
for the undead
like me walked on earth
not saying a word
this all happened in a gray fog
eating rotten flesh and dry bones
we all came to no
what we are
souless zombies
the undead walked upon the earth
as the candle flame
faded away
long before day break......
**************************************************************************************************************************************
The candle flame
faded away
before the break of day
echos of darkness
rose in my soul
for now am a zombie
eating rotten flesh from tombs
I was unearthed by a mighty noise
as the cemetery came alive
for the undead
like me walked on earth
not saying a word
this all happened in a gray fog
eating rotten flesh and dry bones
we all came to no
what we are
souless zombies
the undead walked upon the earth
as the candle flame
faded away
long before day break......
Anonymous
Zombie Days and Zombie Nights
With limbs all a dangle
I hail a passing car
They slowed saying, “we’re late for dinner.”
Well, I’m a zombie and dinner you are!
She was so nasal as she exclaimed,
“What!?? Sir, please, don’t eat our brains?”
But I must, it’s just what I do
Tomorrows living is tonight’s stew
So I pulled her boyfriend out through the door
Or as I like to call him, my little hor d’oeuvre
She was crying and screaming calling his name
As I cracked open his skull and scooped out his brain
I was doing my happy dance as well as I could
You know, dragging one leg and moaning real good
When I saw her slide over behind the wheel
So I slide in beside just to hear her squeal
I asked, “could you drop me just up the road?”
Her eyes were bugged out, she looked like a toad
I could tell at this driving thing she wasn’t too skilled
So I said, “slow down, before you get yourself killed.”
My stop it was coming up very soon
She was looking appetizing in the light of the moon
Me, I was all bloody and a sickly color gray
But hey, I’m a zombie, what can I say
Eyeing her up and down, smacking and clicking a tooth
I said, “I know this place, we can get a private booth”
She was shaking so, about to come out of her skin
Which for me was perfect! I could dig right in
Then about that time my cell started to ring
Hey, don’t look at me like that, zombies have those things
I asked her to excuse me, I really had to take the call
while patting her thigh, thinking, “Butterball, Butterball…”
My friend said pull over, we’re just across the street
I said, “Great. I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
“She’s not much on looks or hair or eyes,
but later tonight she’ll be the perfect serving size.”
Turning around I gave her my best zombie grin
Damn, she was looking so good, I felt myself caving in
To hell with my zombie friends they can go find their own
Then I devoured that girl like raw fillet mignon!
With limbs all a dangle
I hail a passing car
They slowed saying, “we’re late for dinner.”
Well, I’m a zombie and dinner you are!
She was so nasal as she exclaimed,
“What!?? Sir, please, don’t eat our brains?”
But I must, it’s just what I do
Tomorrows living is tonight’s stew
So I pulled her boyfriend out through the door
Or as I like to call him, my little hor d’oeuvre
She was crying and screaming calling his name
As I cracked open his skull and scooped out his brain
I was doing my happy dance as well as I could
You know, dragging one leg and moaning real good
When I saw her slide over behind the wheel
So I slide in beside just to hear her squeal
I asked, “could you drop me just up the road?”
Her eyes were bugged out, she looked like a toad
I could tell at this driving thing she wasn’t too skilled
So I said, “slow down, before you get yourself killed.”
My stop it was coming up very soon
She was looking appetizing in the light of the moon
Me, I was all bloody and a sickly color gray
But hey, I’m a zombie, what can I say
Eyeing her up and down, smacking and clicking a tooth
I said, “I know this place, we can get a private booth”
She was shaking so, about to come out of her skin
Which for me was perfect! I could dig right in
Then about that time my cell started to ring
Hey, don’t look at me like that, zombies have those things
I asked her to excuse me, I really had to take the call
while patting her thigh, thinking, “Butterball, Butterball…”
My friend said pull over, we’re just across the street
I said, “Great. I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
“She’s not much on looks or hair or eyes,
but later tonight she’ll be the perfect serving size.”
Turning around I gave her my best zombie grin
Damn, she was looking so good, I felt myself caving in
To hell with my zombie friends they can go find their own
Then I devoured that girl like raw fillet mignon!
The One
Shut down. . .
Mind.
Organs.
Heart.
Humanity.
My body becomes of weapon, survivoral of the fitest-- Animals insticts have returned, if it moves it's prey. Human blood tastes as sweet as chocolate once did to me, I remember what it was like to be alive. To breathe air and not ash, to smell ambrosia instead of the iron scent of blood. To taste food instead of human flesh, to feel emotion instead of the yearn for human blood. I saw my family ripped apart by my own nails and teeth, I tasted my parents blood and ripped out my sister's organs and watched her blood soak into the carpet. I saw myself in the mirror, my gray slowly rotting skin, my yellow eyes that are slightly red. I saw my torn clothing, I saw my sharpened teeth. I was a monster, I didn't want to be this thing but at the same time I knew that was all I could be.
I was dead but now I am alive. But I want to be dead, I do not want to live like this. When your only point in life is to kill or make more people into monsters like yourself-- What is the point of living.
There is it.
Human-- It's near by.
Male.
I smell the salt of his sweat, the fiber of his hair, the blood in his veins-- The blood, yes it want the blood, to rip the tender flesh and watch the crisom juice flow onto the ground, to watch the pile of red and pink organs fall out of the vessal of human body.
The screaming of my victims is music to my ears.
I am cursed to never die.
But why would I want to live?
Found him.
He has a gun, but he's out of bullets, I can smell the hollowness and it doesn't matter if he can shoot-- I am faster than most as I grab him by his neck and pin him against the side of the building.
Looking into his eyes, they turn green in the right light-- I know him, human memories come back like a bad taste in my mouth and I think about all of the times I spent with him.
I know him.
And he knows me.
And this curse that has been made of me, makes me want to kill him.
I still want his blood and nothing can be done to stop that, I dig my nails into his throat but his eyes burrowed into mine-- The ones that no longer hold any soul, he still had the gun. He takes it off safety and loads a bullet into a chamber, so I was wrong there was one bullet left.
Kill me. . .
Set me free from this prison. . .
So many have tried to kill me and failed.
Now. . . You. . . Be the one to kill me. . .
One bullet into my chest, enough humanity left inside of me to allow him to pull the trigger.
Thank you.
There is no life in being one of the dead.
Shut down. . .
Mind.
Organs.
Heart.
Humanity.
I'm done.
You were the one to save me and set my soul free.
Shut down.
Shut down. . .
Mind.
Organs.
Heart.
Humanity.
My body becomes of weapon, survivoral of the fitest-- Animals insticts have returned, if it moves it's prey. Human blood tastes as sweet as chocolate once did to me, I remember what it was like to be alive. To breathe air and not ash, to smell ambrosia instead of the iron scent of blood. To taste food instead of human flesh, to feel emotion instead of the yearn for human blood. I saw my family ripped apart by my own nails and teeth, I tasted my parents blood and ripped out my sister's organs and watched her blood soak into the carpet. I saw myself in the mirror, my gray slowly rotting skin, my yellow eyes that are slightly red. I saw my torn clothing, I saw my sharpened teeth. I was a monster, I didn't want to be this thing but at the same time I knew that was all I could be.
I was dead but now I am alive. But I want to be dead, I do not want to live like this. When your only point in life is to kill or make more people into monsters like yourself-- What is the point of living.
There is it.
Human-- It's near by.
Male.
I smell the salt of his sweat, the fiber of his hair, the blood in his veins-- The blood, yes it want the blood, to rip the tender flesh and watch the crisom juice flow onto the ground, to watch the pile of red and pink organs fall out of the vessal of human body.
The screaming of my victims is music to my ears.
I am cursed to never die.
But why would I want to live?
Found him.
He has a gun, but he's out of bullets, I can smell the hollowness and it doesn't matter if he can shoot-- I am faster than most as I grab him by his neck and pin him against the side of the building.
Looking into his eyes, they turn green in the right light-- I know him, human memories come back like a bad taste in my mouth and I think about all of the times I spent with him.
I know him.
And he knows me.
And this curse that has been made of me, makes me want to kill him.
I still want his blood and nothing can be done to stop that, I dig my nails into his throat but his eyes burrowed into mine-- The ones that no longer hold any soul, he still had the gun. He takes it off safety and loads a bullet into a chamber, so I was wrong there was one bullet left.
Kill me. . .
Set me free from this prison. . .
So many have tried to kill me and failed.
Now. . . You. . . Be the one to kill me. . .
One bullet into my chest, enough humanity left inside of me to allow him to pull the trigger.
Thank you.
There is no life in being one of the dead.
Shut down. . .
Mind.
Organs.
Heart.
Humanity.
I'm done.
You were the one to save me and set my soul free.
Shut down.
Just an ordinary day, He wakes up and thinks that this is just going to be another ordinary day
Until he steps out his front door and realizes that the world as he knew it is gone
the friends and family in which he loved so much are now everything he fears
the violent, flesh eating undead with only one desire
not to love, not to bring happiness, but the need to feed on the flesh of every living thing on the planet
As he tries to determine what he is going to do, he is confronted with a ultimatum
Fight for his life, or give up and join the most powerful force imaginable
He decides to fight so upon grabbing a machete
he starts off on the longest, most dangerous journey of his life
taking no prisoners and trusting very few, he starts cutting the heads off of the evil bastards who are still
trying to eat him
no matter how hard he fights though, he is starting to realize that he to is being over powered
by these flesh eating God's, so much so that he throws himself off the roof of his home
leaving himself free game for the monsters who stand below
as he awake he realizes that he too had changed into a flesh eating monster and to would keep the cycle going.
Until he steps out his front door and realizes that the world as he knew it is gone
the friends and family in which he loved so much are now everything he fears
the violent, flesh eating undead with only one desire
not to love, not to bring happiness, but the need to feed on the flesh of every living thing on the planet
As he tries to determine what he is going to do, he is confronted with a ultimatum
Fight for his life, or give up and join the most powerful force imaginable
He decides to fight so upon grabbing a machete
he starts off on the longest, most dangerous journey of his life
taking no prisoners and trusting very few, he starts cutting the heads off of the evil bastards who are still
trying to eat him
no matter how hard he fights though, he is starting to realize that he to is being over powered
by these flesh eating God's, so much so that he throws himself off the roof of his home
leaving himself free game for the monsters who stand below
as he awake he realizes that he too had changed into a flesh eating monster and to would keep the cycle going.
