Declining Poems - Poems about Declining

A world left in ruin Disturbed by man A storm left brewing Cast by our own hand We want and crave more We determine what is best Yet we cast other out Because of God's request? Are lives all will be forfeit soon The...Read the rest...

I had not imagined such annoying impatience. The lone homeless looking gentleman, although ...Read the rest...

Speak of it not, think of it not, lest regrets may cloud the failing light, and weariness a shroud becomes. This little thing, once proud in love and lust, now hides its face and soon it will be dust. Gone is the lustre and delight of...Read the rest...

Sitting on a garden wooden bench I made many years ago. I hear the many birds that have made their home in my garden. I’m not afraid to sit on the bench for I...Read the rest...

I started by declining invitations Just feeling a bit tired was the excuse It’s funny how we often fool ourselves Waiting for the world to tie the noose It’s an easy thing to fall and lose our focus When the...Read the rest...

Declining Desire Thank you for a hand, raisin a waning wieny, for paying lip service to resur-******** of the dying. Thank you for taking into your motherhood, my little man, allowing him to feel, to touch, to give as...Read the rest...

Declining a lifetime offer Coolish Foolish Written September 17th, 2014 By Dr. Upma A. Sharma Entered in contest' A poem that you have not entered in a contest #13' By PD A...Read the rest...

Hippolytus and Phaedra In Declining Orbits Hippolytus and Phaedra, a Euripides sad story Phaedra wants sex with Hippolytus, (her step-son) She tries every trick in the book for her own glory Hippolytus, illegitimate son of Theseus, (king of Athens) Phaedra,...Read the rest...

invite me to the divorce, for that, i’ll come & see, right now i can’t be bothered with more religious conformity & if you say that it’s got nothing to do with “yahweh,” “god” or “allah,” but rather a mayor, city...Read the rest...

As I walk the countryside seems grey, The stars revolting in their arrogance, And I cannot find hope or inspiration, In even the tiniest flower, Without a drop of mead....Read the rest...

Sponge socks, for walking on your eggshells quietly whether they're robin's egg blue in the rain speckled and peppered with bundles of pain or whether they're white like innocence bleached by the sun, on the beach in a driftwood...Read the rest...