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June- 8- 2025
Decrepit Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France

"Though old and dilapidated, one's dear home can never be empty. It will be full of memories- sweet and sour- a snapshot out of time that talks aloud of happy memories. Even amid the hovering gloom, it emanates a sweet fragrance of love and warmth" ~ By Poet
To this decrepit house, with walls well worn, I come so often in my memory. Once it throbbed with life but now lies deserted. It was built with experienced hands, brick on brick with the cement of love, within whose walls, we were born and bred, crying and whining, prattling and laughing. Here we shared a thousand mingled thoughts, a hundred hopes, dreams and fears. Saw the dawn of placid summer morns, and the descent of cold winter nights. The ones who lived here are all gone. Some to, far off countries and climes. Some exited out of life in time, leaving a handful of sweet and sour memories. The house now lies deserted like many others with a similar plight. Its once strong foundation is shaking with a warning of an imminent collapse. Faded light seeps through every crack. The blue paint on its walls is chipping off. The rusted roof is caving in, allowing rain to sodden the ground and the interior, etching mildew designs on the walls. Shadows wander from room to room. The path is overgrown with weeds Worn wind chimes still glisten in the sun. On the roof, weeds strike roots, in the hope of becoming trees. This decrepit house, now stays amid thick growing shrubs and trees bending down their arms to hide it from human sight. But who can cover it from my mind's eye as its image remains a haunting memory unable to be erased or blotted out!

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Date: 6/9/2025 8:07:00 AM
A fantastic poem with great imagery and an excellent depiction of decrepitude. "Its once strong foundation is shaking with a warning of an imminent collapse. Faded light seeps through every crack. The blue paint on its walls is chipping off". This is very expressive, and each line is dripping with emotion. Best for a win
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Date: 6/8/2025 6:23:00 PM
This is one of the best visual poems I have ever read. I can see it in my mind's eye. It is sad to find the things that are gone.
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Date: 6/8/2025 1:27:00 PM
"My Decrepit Deserted Home" is a powerful write. Love your Quote and Great Picture. The great memories are what counts from this old home. "Good Luck" We both did this one. Have a blessed day writing away.........
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Date: 6/8/2025 11:05:00 AM
Nice emotional poem. The deseretion of once beautiful home is very common in India due to migration and nuclear family patterns. The eventuality in cities is to rebuild multiplexmhousing replacing the old structures. I recently had to do the same thing in a small city in Jharkhand.
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Date: 6/8/2025 10:40:00 AM
This is beautifully emotive, each line laced with emotion. Is it true? I never know when (almost never) a poem is. CayCay
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Date: 6/8/2025 5:33:00 AM
A powerful and emotive write Valsa, Well penned
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Date: 6/8/2025 4:17:00 AM
Appearance is such a small part of who or what a thing is...of who and what a person is. More important, is the history, what became appearance or prevented it. Surface is for service dwellers -- the poet not buried in the poem, but revealed by it. It is never about the poem...but what surfaces or sinks. Yes, could structures speak, the old house is far more than settling creak. It is alive with spirit.
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