Decrepit Poems - Poems about Decrepit

... When I was younger and thought of old age Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty And able to dress this tired old body Try......Read the rest...

... When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, and the sunless days desolately misty, to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze in the miasma of misery isn’t easy. When the garden of f......Read the rest...

... It worked in the recesses the nooks and cracks of the darkness. It’s shapeless meandering form intent on its work It’s slither of arms and tentacles wrapped around the soul It’s tortures fi......Read the rest...

...It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four Hell has landed on every shore Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate People now captive to a totalitarian state Society is now ruled with an ir......Read the rest...

... Amidst the cobbled streets Stands a library Decrepit, consumed by the moss feeding off it The walls have no ownership over the pages Despite its greatest wishes Echoes act as a reminder ......Read the rest...

...What vile thing is the one to administer With a decrepit mind that's so sinister A most diabolical plan constructed Where the hearts and souls of men are abducted Born from the depths whe......Read the rest...

...When born as old then aging young Youth before us with laughter sung Each day better than one before Sick or senile the past absorbs Born decrepit our weakness shows A mother’s milk of......Read the rest...

...They are telling us we need to be cured. They are telling us they are trying to keep us comfortable. By plastering us with sticky bandages as if we are mummies. They say we are decrepit mumm......Read the rest...

...rain taunted the mood one drop at a time like sand through the hourglass no snow in no man’s land only poured out on top of decrepit heads with expectations over said heads it’s snowi......Read the rest...

...I see the elderly in the young. I see them carrying home in a string bag, onions, large carrots pale red nub-ends poking through tattered holes. A scarf tied over thinning gray hair. A face b......Read the rest...

...While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times I admired it as it stood within this vast treasure trove There's no doubt the antique wor......Read the rest...

...Echoes of your diffusive elegies, in the core of your rare piercing beautiful soul, recollections of somber yesteryears, sprouting deep lacerations and stigmatized unseen wounds, blackened in your go......Read the rest...

... “You have a wicked sense of humour” Someone recently chided Twisting what seem like serious events Into silliness quite one sided That's why I'm here to lighten things up Adding suns......Read the rest...

...Fifty-one autumns ago on a vibrant blue sky morn, I was running in my high school girl's cross-country race in Bethpage Park, Long Island, N.Y., as many ponytails bounced under canopies of red, o......Read the rest...

...Attempted paint by numbers, but it cheats with letters that mix in unexplainable hues, distorting, desecrating - I’m complaining. Not at all lavender in the sky, but peach. It bobs at eye-level. I......Read the rest...