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We are the modern zombies.

by modernzombie


I miss how the world used to be,
Peaceful , friendly,and filled with glee.
Not anymore more,
It's time for darkness to soar.
Happiness, that is now a closed door.

I remember the day the plague struck.
I was riding on the high way in my new truck.
When all of a sudden the world froze.
Only The Lord knows,
Why this started,
But it has left me brokenhearted.

All around me,
As far as I could see.
People lay there dead,
Moaning as they bled.
As their hearts stopped beating...
The thought of this repeating,
Causes me pain,
Anger,and vain.

I drove home only to find,
That this illness has hurt all of mankind.
My family is dead.
I'm loosing my head.
Loosing my peace of mind,
I must stay confined.

I must kill,
For more than the thrill.
It's to save my life,
I didn't know this is how i would use a knife.
Killing the people I know.
Not for a show.
This is real.
If I don't do this, ill be their next meal.

I must stay away.
For the undead stray,
Looking for humans on which they can prey.
To devour our souls.
Make us loose all control.
To feast on our bones...
That's way out of my comfort zone.

Their skin is peeling,
Blood and bones are revealing.
They no longer have flesh,
They need a memory refresh .

They're half dead half alive,
If I strive I will survive.
I will not become one of them.
Life is precious, it's a gem.

A gem that I have sadly cracked.
I lost it and I can't get it back.
I was hunting to support my crew,
A walker came out of the blue.
I aimed my gun,
The fight had begun.

But I was caught off guard.
I wasn't trying hard .
I should have payed attention,
Should have felt the tension.

He was right behind me ,
Digging his claws in places I can't see.
Biting my neck .
It was more than a peck.

But now it's to late,
I can't go back to that date.
I have lost my life,
Like a dull knife.

Now I roam the lifeless streets,
Looking for a human I can eat.
It's not my fault...
I don't mean to assault.
I can no longer control my mind.
All common sense has resigned,
No longer in my brain,
All of us have gone insane.

Killing humans is now normal.
Even though we all thought it was paranormal.
We can't help it we are ill,
This can't be cured with a pill.

We are impropriety.
We have ruined society.

We have no hope.
We just mope.
You can look for a cure,
But we can't be fixed that's for sure.

But I am referent,
I am different.
I can read, write, and use a pen.
I can even count to ten.

I still have part of my mind,
I'm luckier than most of mankind .
I can still think,
And write words with ink.
I'm lucky to have these skills.
It's more than what I could do with a pill.

In a way I'm alive,
But all I do is deprive .
I'm like a Rose without its thorn,
Or a car without its horn.

I'm not compete.
My heart doesn't beat.
My blood doesn't flow .
My skin doesn't glow.

I am lonely and cold.
No longer bold.
A clock with no tick.
A candle with no wick.

But I can't change who I've become,
You can't spit me out like an old piece of gum.
I am a zombie now,
I've already taken the vow.
I can't go back.
I will live the rest of my life in black.

But every day,
As I look at the moons rays.
I miss how the world used to be.
Peaceful , friendly, and filled with glee.
Not anymore more,
It's time for darkness to soar.
Happiness, that is now a closed door.

We can't help it , it's what we must be.
We are, the modern zombies,


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Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:59 am
Okuro says...



This is the first zombie related poem I've ever read. It was good. It kept me entertained for a while.




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Sun Nov 24, 2013 7:32 pm
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Hi! Storybraniac here to review. This was a good poem! I really like poems that tell a story, and your poem about the zombie apocalypse is unique. Your description of the zombies/environment/yourself really brings this poem into a new light, one that is much more personal and real. I wasn't too fond of the rhyming scheme; some of the rhymes seemed forced and they were placed in an inconsistent pattern. I spotted a "to" that should have been "too"; but I can't seem to find where it is!? I would use a word other than "vain" in "Causes me pain, Anger,and vain" simply because vain isn't really something that can be caused. Other than those couple of things, I liked you poem!

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modernzombie says...


thanks for copying and pasting a review someone else wrote...



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Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:53 am
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Great poem, and I am very glad you have rhymed it. I find poems that are indistinguishable from paragraphs kind of annoying. A few of the rhymes were a little lame, to maintain prose pattern, but that's ok. Better that than not rhyming at all. Some of the rhymes were rather interesting, and I hardly need to point out the strangeness of the post apocalyptic subject matter, and for half the poem, the point of view. As a hint, don't watch walking dead late at night.




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Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:52 am
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This was a good poem! I really like poems that tell a story, and your poem about the zombie apocalypse is unique. Your description of the zombies/environment/yourself really brings this poem into a new light, one that is much more personal and real. I wasn't too fond of the rhyming scheme; some of the rhymes seemed forced and they were placed in an inconsistent pattern. I spotted a "to" that should have been "too"; but I can't seem to find where it is!? I would use a word other than "vain" in "Causes me pain, Anger,and vain" simply because vain isn't really something that can be caused. Other than those couple of things, I liked you poem!




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Sun Nov 24, 2013 12:45 am
FireFox wrote a review...



modernzombie, your title is what lured me to read this baby and review it, and I love it! Below, I will tell you things that I think would help you to improve this piece, and things that I think you did exceptionally well:

Needs Improvement:
1. Grammar/spelling. I won't elaborate, mainly because I know there are people who will nitpick in this department, and I will not. I prefer to get to the meat and potatoes of the piece, instead of picking out every little typo. Editing for grammar/spelling is something you do once you are entirely finished with the piece and have nothing left to add or take out.

2. Most of your lines flow nicely, but there are a few longer lines that do no flow, being that most of your lines are shorter and to the point. An example of one of your lines that don't flow as nicely is in stanza five:
"It's to save my life,/
I didn't know this is how i would use a knife."
See what I mean? It just doesn't sound...right. I'm sure you could easily come up with something that flows better. :)

3. Some of your stanzas have three lines, some four lines, some five lines, and some even more. Perhaps you could do a major edit and figure out a way that you can make all stanzas have the same amount of lines. I know there are really no rules to poetry, but I just think the uniformity of that would look nice and make things flow better.

I particularly like your last two lines! And the fact that your first stanza is the same as your second to last stanza is a fantastic play on words. It provides uniformity and stability, which readers often love, and it emphasizes the point you are making. Another part I specifically liked was:
"We are impropriety.
We have ruined society."
That says it all, really! That sums up this poem nicely!

All in all, I feel this was an extremely creative piece and I loved the topic and the way it was written. Keep it up!

-FireFox





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