When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will party! Gravestones are gonna shake, rattle, and roll—sink your rotten teeth into the living as you write a zombified tanka poem. Don’t have any ink? Use blood, of course! Not your own, though, because that would be inappropriate and somewhat rude.
Empty Grave
I buried something
that was not already dead.
It dug itself out.
It shook like a wet dog and
followed my scent to find me.
Written & Inspired
By
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SMM Darkcade
- Don’t get eaten! Write a zombie tanka poem
- Everyone likes to be scared: what is your favorite zombie movie?
- Aim for the head: how would you exterminate a zombie? Be creative!
Pick a game…
…leave a comment!
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Do you want to learn how to write a Japanese tanka poem? Click here!
A Word From Samantha
Samantha Dolan lives in Superior Wisconsin at the terminal tip of Lake Superior. She’s been working with fiber arts and participating in local craft shows for the last few years. When she’s not needling tiny monsters into existence, she enjoys spending time with her family.
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Zombie Extermination: I would stuff a zombie into a time machine, and then I’d convince the zombie to eat a younger version of itself — which would effectively erase itself from the space-time continuum. If the younger person died, then it would have been impossible for the zombie to be created. I think.
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You’re a zombie magician! That’s quite a trick. How did you figure this out? Kinda reminds me of a twisted version of Terminator. 😁
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Watch out for the Zombinator!
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Rancid Dead flesh drips
Rotten hungry mouth gnashing
Putrid stench foul breath
At least she’s stopped nagging me
To put up that kitchen shelf
My favourite zombie film has to be Shawn of the deaf. Juan of the dead is pretty good too.
Ooh and dead snow.
Ill throw in a limerick too because im good like that…
The missus gets bitten and turns
Zombocalypse as the world burns
Still its not all that bad
Of the quiet im glad
Despite how she for my brains yearns
How would I end her I hear you ask?
A few stragically placed strands of Piano wire around her neck and release her to pursue me staying just out of harms Way until she eventually decapitates herself.
…that rather ran away with itself…i do love my wife despite what i just wrote. Promise.
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Yikes! Thanks for participating in the event! Your zombified poems are gonna eat everyone…and that’s a good thing.
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Wow! What fun poetry and fully packed with lots of great horrific imagery!! Thank you very much in participating, Michael.
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My pleasure thanks for taking time to read it !
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I stood still the hall
Bones crackling and blood spilling.
What have made of me?
Buried screaming and alive.
Now taking my sweet revenge.
P.S.
Got my monster house price…yay thanks guys..thanks Toni..twas beautiful..
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Don’t spill the blood! You’ll stain the carpet! I’m glad you like the monster house…just watch out for the poltergeist.
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Ooohhh …😐😐😐😐
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Bloody awesome poem, Mich! Your dark side is a sight to behold👻 Enjoy the charms and do tell us what you decide to do with them.
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Ohh Rose my girls divide it among themselves and hang it on there doors lol…
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*Their*
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Ooh zombies and revenge. Nice!
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Thank you …..monsters at SMM honed my monstrous skilss lol..
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Smoked something evil,
Had the most dreadful munchies.
No food in the house,
But I see you lurking there . . .
Brain, eyes, entrails filled me up.
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Yuck! I suppose when there’s no more Doritos, it’s time to feast on Brainitos.
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The go to brand is Toetinos.
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What a gem of a poem, K! The last line was my favorite. Thanks for all your continued support and enthusiasm.
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Thanks, it’s the zombie effect!
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Oh i love that …that pause between the first three and last two lines…delicious twist
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Took some time to feast . . . 💀
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Moving slowly, he comes
Moving slowly, he moans
He wants a pat of you,
He want you brains!
Let him in, and feel the stench!
Zombie here, Zombie there…
They are coming..after YOU
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Nice and putrid Tanka, Kris! Thanks for entering your terrorific poetry. 😀
Did you, by any chance, receive Eilidh’s Tomato Witch print? (PR)
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I did! Thank you 🙂
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«Don’t have any ink? Use blood, of course! Not your own, though, because that would be inappropriate and somewhat rude.»
The thought of a Miss Manners type giving etiquette advice to zombies plumbs new depths of horror. 😮
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