28.7.09

Zombie Haiku

Below you will find a collection of the zombie-themed haiku (zomku) tweeted by @Zombie_Frenzy on Twitter. This post will be updated as more haiku come about.

16.3.09

alone, still, quiet
sharpened axe gripped in my hand
fifteen days remain

17.3.09

tattered note hangs, says
where were you when the world changed?
they come in two weeks

19.3.09

kids roam in darkness
chase fireflies in graveyard
below, the dead sleep

clouds drift past full moon
breath of wind rattles tree limbs
figure stalks by, groans

20.3.09

inside the dark shed
a girl cried, a man held her
outside, they closed in

21.3.09

pen moves on paper
scratches out fond memories
no one's left to read

23.3.09

do the walking dead
deserve to be feared more than
our own lethargy?

25.3.09

simple man watches
eyes on the town, overrun
hero, he'll become

26.3.09

feet shuffle, they groan
move en masse, through the motions
corporate zombies

boarded windows, doors
keeping out a world gone mad
temporarily

27.3.09

man cries, gun in hand
tears on metal, he resists
bullets for april

a slippery floor
bloody traces of undeath
gun cocked, he moves on

in fear, we forget
inside all of us, there's hope
a light through dark days

28.3.09

poor zachariah
his warnings called dementia
they should have listened

smiling crescent moon
weak light drips, creates shadows
for the sad to hide

31.3.09

breaking through the walls
boredom, procrastination
or just a zombie

the nightmares rouse him
rattled, he pours coffee, waits
the undead sunrise

1.4.09

teeth sink into flesh
infection reigns, heartbeat fades
zombie creation

2.4.09

cursor blinks, taunts him
unused keys rise and shamble
writer's block zombies

4.4.09

Rain runs off the roof
collects in puddles below
mixing with the blood

8.4.09

pulled by undead strings
the still wake, rise, walk again
reanimation

10.4.09

a bloodthirsty horde
relentless in its pursuit
friday followers

t-shirt said: jesus
the original zombie
but he didn't bite

12.4.09

procrastinators
stalked by lazy zombie horde
better get moving

15.4.09

flashlight beam searches
unnatural sounds close in
dead in the darkness

16.4.09

digital traces
scattered throughout cyberspace
stalked by net zombies

17.4.09

tv station warns
not safe outside, stay indoors
the curious die

21.4.09

cleaning up the streets
one zombie at a time, but
don't believe the lies

22.4.09

stayed up late writing
thoughts leaking, zombies waiting
where my brain puddles

23.4.09

i shamble, he runs
enters a bread factory
yum, brain sandwich time

24.4.09

the ones waving hands
saying me, me, look at me
first zombie targets

27.4.09

walked out to escape
but even the spring stalks me
above, zombie cloud

28.4.09

bite the undead back
eat your zombie-o's today
nutritious breakfast

30.4.09

for twenty-nine days
he stalked the long, winding road
and finally, brains

thirty days running
words spilled out like intestines
sleep until I rise

4.5.09

rise, said the rooster
the zombie and sun obeyed
brains over easy

5.5.09

gray fingers claw dirt
water pools in parted earth
clouds swallow the dead

blanket of undead
parachutes, falls, covers, spreads
no warmth in its threads

7.5.09

post lunar landing
astronaut sees a strange sign
undead pigs in space

10.5.09

bodies puzzle him
checkered light streams through the blinds
then one stirs, rises

19.5.09

they attack, she screams
watches through parted fingers
flinches, spills popcorn

25.5.09

between the pillars
a man cried out, stumbled, spilled
teeth marks on his flesh

28.5.09

limbs sway overhead
shadows play tricks on gravestones
wind like undead breath

3.6.09

cheap, store-bought makeup
tattered clothes, unused latex
undead halloween

8.6.09

her terror, her screams
break the silence of snowfall
red melts away white

17.6.09

he's surrounded, trapped
just one left in the chamber
he prays, cries, fires, slumps

25.6.09

the chopper blade whirred
below, mobs of undead stirred
low fuel alert heard

6.7.09

she tires in her flight
dead fingers reach, shadows stretch
away from dawn light

21.7.09

self-propelled mower
moves on without its owner
blood on fresh cut grass

1 comment:

  1. The last one is my favorite. It ends on a positive.

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