#walkingdead - Hello Poetry

I saw in the streets — dead people walking; (tiptoeing...) They’re not deceased, nor are they alive. I saw in the streets — that desperate hustle; (grinding...) They’re not hungry, nor are they satisfied. I saw in the streets — the filthy rich and the poor; (begging...) They’re not affluent, nor are they the ******* I watched, and wondered — am I one of them too? I saw in the streets — the appetite for more; (hungry...) They’re not content, nor are they dissatisfied. I saw in the streets — dead people walking; (tiptoeing...) They’re not deceased, nor are they alive. No one’s screaming, but I still hear the sirens — As they pick up the dead people walking.

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC

JDHiggins

Dead People Walking

I saw in the streets — dead people walking; (tiptoeing...) They’re not deceased, nor are they alive. I saw in the streets — that desperate hustle; (grinding...) They’re not hungry, nor are they satisfied. I saw in the streets — the filthy rich and the poor; (begging...) They’re not affluent, nor are they the ******* I watched, and wondered — am I one of them too? I saw in the streets — the appetite for more; (hungry...) They’re not content, nor are they dissatisfied. I saw in the streets — dead people walking; (tiptoeing...) They’re not deceased, nor are they alive. No one’s screaming, but I still hear the sirens — As they pick up the dead people walking.

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Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream These are not friends They are not colleagues Their life on earth came to an end They are walking towards you one thing on their mind; to bring you into their fold and within the depths of their league They appear ghostly but not just a two dimensional figure They have clothes, hair and skin Their skin has patches missing and is covered in fissures They walk stiffly as rigor mortis has set in By day they reside in their graves in the ground As midnight strikes you will find them walking around Arms held out in front as they walk towards you Don't lose sight of them as you back away; keep your eyes glued, keep danger at bay In a dream like state they continue to roam Rampaging streets and destroying homes Dont give them food or water Lock up your sons and daughters When the sun begins to rise and the light hits their eyes They will return to their graves below ground Another day over they will remain in prose; until the dark descends and once again they rise as an army to fight their foes Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream Around and around the walking dead jog Like a day of zombie ground hog

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC

jackie-mead

Amongst us they walk

Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream These are not friends They are not colleagues Their life on earth came to an end They are walking towards you one thing on their mind; to bring you into their fold and within the depths of their league They appear ghostly but not just a two dimensional figure They have clothes, hair and skin Their skin has patches missing and is covered in fissures They walk stiffly as rigor mortis has set in By day they reside in their graves in the ground As midnight strikes you will find them walking around Arms held out in front as they walk towards you Don't lose sight of them as you back away; keep your eyes glued, keep danger at bay In a dream like state they continue to roam Rampaging streets and destroying homes Dont give them food or water Lock up your sons and daughters When the sun begins to rise and the light hits their eyes They will return to their graves below ground Another day over they will remain in prose; until the dark descends and once again they rise as an army to fight their foes Amongst us they walk Mostly unseen Once in a while you may hear them talk Once in a while they appear in front of you; as if in a dream Around and around the walking dead jog Like a day of zombie ground hog

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Called to Be Free We are bound by our sins, chained by our choices We cry out, we scream with soundless voices We are slaves to what we love, prisoners to our desires All we touch burns and we are ****** from razor wires Trapped in an endless circle a cycle so vicious We can’t find up, it is tormenting and malicious But we are called to be free We are called to truly see The weights we carry have been lifted We deserve nothing but how much we have been gifted We are called to leave the madness far behind To seek and know true peace of mind We are called to rise up on great wings To laugh in the meadows and dance in the springs To leap with young legs for the joy of being alive To go beyond just enough and learn how to thrive We lose ourselves in the everyday action We forget ourselves and lose satisfaction We miss the point and we miss the mark We wander aimlessly stabbing in the dark We are the walking dead animated flesh and bone We cut ourselves off and then feel all alone But we are called to be free We are called to look beyond “only me” We can find ourselves in a breath of prayer We remember ourselves in our Savior’s care We can reach the goal and reclaim our center We a full of light and life when we let Jesus enter We are united to Christ and to one and all To be free and alive: this is the call Amen

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC

showyoulove

Called to be Free

Called to Be Free We are bound by our sins, chained by our choices We cry out, we scream with soundless voices We are slaves to what we love, prisoners to our desires All we touch burns and we are ****** from razor wires Trapped in an endless circle a cycle so vicious We can’t find up, it is tormenting and malicious But we are called to be free We are called to truly see The weights we carry have been lifted We deserve nothing but how much we have been gifted We are called to leave the madness far behind To seek and know true peace of mind We are called to rise up on great wings To laugh in the meadows and dance in the springs To leap with young legs for the joy of being alive To go beyond just enough and learn how to thrive We lose ourselves in the everyday action We forget ourselves and lose satisfaction We miss the point and we miss the mark We wander aimlessly stabbing in the dark We are the walking dead animated flesh and bone We cut ourselves off and then feel all alone But we are called to be free We are called to look beyond “only me” We can find ourselves in a breath of prayer We remember ourselves in our Savior’s care We can reach the goal and reclaim our center We a full of light and life when we let Jesus enter We are united to Christ and to one and all To be free and alive: this is the call Amen

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You know if I had those comic book X ray eyes I'd probably wish that I was blind Because, you see a lot of people are in disguise They walk Normal, healthy, and obviously alive But inside there's no vigor, no spark, no life Translation they, Including myself at times Are like the Walking dead, alive but dead inside So how do we cure this outrageous infection and stop this plague during the height of its insurrection the answer is simple, reach out, extend the olive branches attempt to forge those connections Or the walking dead will continue to walk and assail us with no protection

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC

neroameealucard

The walking dead

You know if I had those comic book X ray eyes I'd probably wish that I was blind Because, you see a lot of people are in disguise They walk Normal, healthy, and obviously alive But inside there's no vigor, no spark, no life Translation they, Including myself at times Are like the Walking dead, alive but dead inside So how do we cure this outrageous infection and stop this plague during the height of its insurrection the answer is simple, reach out, extend the olive branches attempt to forge those connections Or the walking dead will continue to walk and assail us with no protection

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The walking dead in the land of the living Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving They seek to destroy ******* out your joy Shatter your skull Make your mind dull Rip out your heart That's just the start Dead set eyes You'll never relize Till it's to late Your heart they ate Breathing remains Nothing else the same Now hollow of feeling Soul was sent reeling Some don't know Out of them life flowed We're all missing parts Mostly the heart Also gray matter Out of mouths spatter Growing in number Pillage and plunder All must be feed Living in the land of the dead..

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

How We All Became Heartless

The walking dead in the land of the living Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving They seek to destroy ******* out your joy Shatter your skull Make your mind dull Rip out your heart That's just the start Dead set eyes You'll never relize Till it's to late Your heart they ate Breathing remains Nothing else the same Now hollow of feeling Soul was sent reeling Some don't know Out of them life flowed We're all missing parts Mostly the heart Also gray matter Out of mouths spatter Growing in number Pillage and plunder All must be feed Living in the land of the dead..

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Your face is the moonshine If the pillow were the blue of the ocean And the shadows the dark of the night As you rest there sleeping peacefully My angel, my wife Things aren’t over Your eyes are the lamplight That sways ‘round the maze of the hallways In this cage where alone you give me sight As you rest there sleeping peacefully My angel, my wife And the flowers are blue in the fabric And the brandy’s the brown of your eyes And my heart is for you and the fire is too So, so much for our blood-drenched skin With your Polaroid in my palms And my love still on your flesh With the soul of your father and the hope of your sister Wish by spirit if by yes Things aren’t over You’re why I’ll survive For I’m meant to be by your side So don’t you worry, it’s my turn to fight Just rest there and sleep peacefully My angel, my wife (c) 2015

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC

christopher-gilman-scott

Maggie

Your face is the moonshine If the pillow were the blue of the ocean And the shadows the dark of the night As you rest there sleeping peacefully My angel, my wife Things aren’t over Your eyes are the lamplight That sways ‘round the maze of the hallways In this cage where alone you give me sight As you rest there sleeping peacefully My angel, my wife And the flowers are blue in the fabric And the brandy’s the brown of your eyes And my heart is for you and the fire is too So, so much for our blood-drenched skin With your Polaroid in my palms And my love still on your flesh With the soul of your father and the hope of your sister Wish by spirit if by yes Things aren’t over You’re why I’ll survive For I’m meant to be by your side So don’t you worry, it’s my turn to fight Just rest there and sleep peacefully My angel, my wife (c) 2015

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The world we live in turned into a living hell. From corner to corner all you see is people you used to know. lifeless decaying boddies . searching for just the smallest hint of blood. are they even human anymore? Neighbors that were known to be one of the happiest folks in the meadow and now is found dead but alive with a wound in the neck that you could see the bone. is this how ima end up? Dead with the stench of decaying meat? Seeing kids turned into them and their screams going through my ear drum repeating when I'm trying to sleep? there are other survivors but how do I know they ain't trying to save for themselves and leave me to be eaten by those animals? Would they used me for bait? Or would I have to fight alone to survive. there's barely any food and any water to drink. we hit the closest corner store but it was already hit by a group. all we could of found was a pack of gum and half a gallon of water. who truly knows if there ever will be a cure or will we already be one of them. Another day another hour to see death in the face.

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC

juan-manuel-romero

Death

The world we live in turned into a living hell. From corner to corner all you see is people you used to know. lifeless decaying boddies . searching for just the smallest hint of blood. are they even human anymore? Neighbors that were known to be one of the happiest folks in the meadow and now is found dead but alive with a wound in the neck that you could see the bone. is this how ima end up? Dead with the stench of decaying meat? Seeing kids turned into them and their screams going through my ear drum repeating when I'm trying to sleep? there are other survivors but how do I know they ain't trying to save for themselves and leave me to be eaten by those animals? Would they used me for bait? Or would I have to fight alone to survive. there's barely any food and any water to drink. we hit the closest corner store but it was already hit by a group. all we could of found was a pack of gum and half a gallon of water. who truly knows if there ever will be a cure or will we already be one of them. Another day another hour to see death in the face.

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everyone was Lying under crumbling Structures of an abandoned Highway; embracing the Rubble of a Once-Comforting Silence... ...licenses were Falling from the wallets of the passing Bygones... ...gawdlessness was falling from the Sky. I Rana Way.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC

robert-pulsen

Sophia

everyone was Lying under crumbling Structures of an abandoned Highway; embracing the Rubble of a Once-Comforting Silence... ...licenses were Falling from the wallets of the passing Bygones... ...gawdlessness was falling from the Sky. I Rana Way.

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