An Ode to a Zombie

A Zombie Limerick

by Stan Swanson

There once was a zombie named Fred.
Who did not understand he was dead.
But brains he desired,
Soft entrails required.
Best defense? Just lop off his head!

What's Wrong With Me?

by Stan Swanson

Mom says where's your homework
And take a bath, you reek.
Mom says change your underwear
Jeez, I did that just last week.

It's strange I can't remember things
Now doesn't that seem weird?
My head is empty, dull and blank
My past had disappeared.

Maybe I'm a zombie kid
A dead amnesiac.
And when mommy's fast asleep tonight
Perhaps I'll have a snack.

Mom sounds quite delicious
I know I can't abstain.
A little bit of innards
A smorgasborg of brain.

So no more silly homework
No dumb bedtime curfew
And I'll never change my underwear
'Cause zombies never do.

My Fate

My Fate

by Demonic Inferno

Burn your fears in the eyes of death
collapsing dreams, dominating power
summoning lightning storms under silent breath
burning the weak under the church bell tower.

Army's of god rumbling in the distance
through the forest seeking my radiance
shining into lost souls of the all mighty one
dark rivers of blood streaming toward the sun .

Sun rises full of memories , enchanted stories
as carcasses disintegrate into the earth's crust
death became my living glory
until I meet my fate ill be swirling up the dust.

Taking satanic rituals into society's eyes
re-writing the holy book of lies
creating a new path for man kind
where only honor you can find.

A Haiku

Zombie Cowboy Haiku

by Stan Swanson

Zombie cowboys dance

In herky-jerky motion

Howling at the moon.

A Vampire Poem

Call of the Kindred

by Solinquair

Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain.

Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind.

Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?

Banshee

Banshee

by Jaqueline West

Within my voice is the sound of bones
snapping, torsion of dry joints
grinding cupped sockets.
A fine ear may hear the high pitch of tension
bent before the relieving snap,
or like dice against dice
nubs crushed in a jaw
where wet teeth crack
as the tarsals split.
A mere whisper flays skin
paper-thin from hot flesh.
In my voice is the sound of valves
clogged in thickening drubs
of blood; the drowning fight
to force the silt slugging
dense as lead in the heart.
My scream stops birds dead in midair.
Crows fall to the ground like stones.

Welcome to Scary Poems

Welcome to Scary Poems. I will be adding a "scary" poem to the blog everyday. Some will be poems that have been around for years and some will be brand new. I hope you enjoy them. If you'd like to submit a poem to the blog, that's great, but I'd suggest you submit it to the Dark Moon Books "Scary Poetry" contest instead. Poems submitted there will be considered for publication in Poems of Monsters, Mayhem and Madness: Poetry To Keep You Awake At Night! That web address is http://www.HorrorWritingContest.com. Enjoy!
---Stan