Decayed Poems - Poems about Decayed

Breathe deeply my legacy, My mysterious abandonments My asylums of the dead. So many forgotten dwellings Now boarded up and cold. I once wore them and shed them Like snakeskins. All these mental spaces, What was their meaning? What visitations did I encounter? So many giant houses of horror, Gothic crumbling, rotting mansions of ruin. There, I was imprisoned In solitary confinement self-imposed, Like a rodent feeding on garbage, I...

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one-time betrayal of trust taints pristine relationship. there's nothing worth salvaging; not much to cling to. they gave it a fighting chance sadly, it was all for naught. too strong, the stench of decay; ...

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We hold hands as we walk through the woods Rich with decay. The leaves crunch beneath heavy bodies. The smell of death follows us. We walk slowly, savoring the day For there is no use running. Our hands fall limply by our sides. What we once had in blooms is now rotting, The bittersweet vines have choked the flowers we grew. We are walking...

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"I thought I'd feel comforted by walking through my childhood home. The only emotion I felt was melancholy that it had been abandoned and left alone to die." ~ by poet I sat in sorrow as tears salted the coffee in my cup while I recalled the crumbling house of my youth. I drove by yesterday and...

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Where do decayed dreams go? Are you like me and would like to know Is there a secret place where they abide? That's a fantasy dreams have died. When I compose myself for sleep Wondering what dreams may creep What will capture my slumbering form? To be young again quite transformed. For one split-second when I awake My midnight dream is not opaque It does...

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What causes a relationship to fail? Decay sets in when thoughtlessness persists, when selfishness extends beyond the pale, and chances to show love are blindly missed. Vacated houses crumbling with decay once teemed with life and families with dreams. Now in the wind, these spindly structures...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house, A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, With its walls painted grey and white, And the plaster bearing cracks and marks, Memories leap out, From the moss-grown crevices of my mind, Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming, Fragmented, scented, and sour! I remember my old maternal uncle, Who had turned a widower...

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Sadly, The truths they claimed Would set me free Rotted In the souls of twisted vines And broken branches. Decay Spreading from stagnant soil Through the roots And twisted bramble To the towering Papal tiara. Thus, freedom came And I was lost Left alone To seek a truth Unknown To them Yet longing to be discovered....

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Sr. Faustina had prayed... for souls to be un-decayed her Divine Mercy crusade-- was for a long time delayed her cool Diary -- forbade! its publishers, too afraid!! its devotees, all dismayed but the Marians obeyed :) its Message refused to fade, and the editors -- inveighed my fave part: when she crocheted to please Goodness Itself -- rayed His Blood and Water --- displayed to seek our...

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Once vibrant and alive, hope danced in our eyes, But now, a flickering ember, slowly it dies. Time's cruel touch, it weaves its bitter thread, Unraveling love, leaving hearts heavy with dread. The promises once made, like whispers in the wind, Now fade away, like echoes that rescind. Love, once a flame that burned with fiery passion, Now flickers weakly, consumed by...

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“This world is but thought and thoughts fade away ~ Eternal is God’s love, that’s here to stay” ~ quote by poet Alive here on earth, what we know is this What is born, will die, suffering decay Though fleeting are moments of happiness We hope one...

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“The torrent of trying time takes away the debris of decayed dreams”- Quote by poet In your squishy hug my fervent arms delicately turn into the embrace of my heart’s enchanted urn, set the lingering longing latent deep within to sail in the sea of depthless desire keen. In my ardent sea the waves roll to beguile, spread the shining...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald _____________________________________________________________ In a world where decay is dominant, Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent. Friendship withered away with the lapse of time, Moon gapes at all facts and truths, concomitant. We jive in death-cool...

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Fleeting light streams through the broken window pane. Flickering, as the only movement trying to bring life in vain. The stillness is dense and dust lays thickly as all is grey. The old house utters the softest moan, resisting evident decay. There is an aura of shame, that it has been discovered this way, Yet a distinct welcoming can be...

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Decay is a natural process of the universe, It's, perhaps, a stage of impossibility to nurse. A seed under the earth can resurrect; not if decayed, A flower can disperse seeds, till they absolutely fade. When the functions of traditions and values get weakened, Unless reformed the degradation gets deadly deepened. Superstitions and blind faith can make religions decline, As Jesus said,...

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