Zombie Cinquain Poem: The Quiet

No planes
No trains or trucks
No cars or highway roar
Just the still of night, moans, screams, and
gunshots!

For you writers and poets out there, here is a cool looking manual typewriter.  I'm sure that the tapping of a typewriter won't attract zombies.  Well, not totally sure, but it might not attract zombies.  You know, you might want to keep a big knife by the typewriter.

Zombie Cinquain Poem: Tree to Tree

Leaves crunch

Twigs snap and crack

from tree to tree I run

to escape the moaning ones and

live on

Zombie Cinquain: Silence

 Under

complete control

is what they all once said.

Now airwaves and devices are

all dead.

Photo by William Pina, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

 

Zombie Cinquain: Sleepless

They scratch
all day and night.
They know we are in here.
The dead can wait for a long time.
Sleepless.

Photo by Jay West /
CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)

Zombie Cinquain Poem: Comebacks.

I punch.
He keeps coming.
I kick and he comes back.
He bites my arm, I die, and now
I'm back.

Martial artists in Martinique - photo by Dalia Del Arte / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Zombie Cinquain: Unstoppable

Nothing
can stop me now
I just keep walking and
eating and walking and eating
my lunch

A New Orleans Zombie Walk - photo by Infrogmation of New Orleans / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Zombie Cinquain Poem: Stop Eating!

Watch it!
Lay off the food!
No more cookies or snacks!
Outside is nothing but danger
and dead!

Photo by Carl Campbell / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)

Zombie Cinquain: Taking Chances

Inside
with no TV,
no electricity,
I'll take my chances out with
Zombies

Photo by Andrew Mercer (www.baldwhiteguy.co.nz) / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Zombie Cinquain Poetry: Empty

Empty. 
Driven to eat, 
trudging to those alive, 
to dine and invite them to join 
the dead.

Zombie Cinquain Poem - Keeping Pace

Are you
tired of walking?
I never get tired now.
I'll keep shuffling right behind you:
waiting.

Photo By Arno Roca (https://www.flickr.com/photos/arnorok/4400724804/) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Zombie Cinquain Poem - Wingtips Don't Fail Me Now!

Running,

in my wingtips,

tie and laptop long gone,

our customer was closed due to

Zombies!