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Atrophy Poems - Poems about Atrophy


Premium Member Cataclysmic Atrophy
Look at you, faded; I hope you get your smile back, it was so cosmic; Cataclysmic atrophy to transform into abyss....

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Categories: atrophy, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form: Tanka
Atrophy
She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace, Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face. Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown, Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary frown. In her livelier turns by Midas' glowing shores, She galloped and gleamed like grated brass. Time’s grim cankers fell on the rarefied feast Of the cutest eye ever cast on...

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Categories: atrophy, age, allegory, beautiful,
Form: Ballad



Premium Member Atrophy
A trophy, cold gilded praise, mocks me …..in ageless silence. John G. Lawless ©1/29/2019...

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Categories: atrophy, age, life, old,
Form: Monoku
The Atrophy of Poetry
Dearest Ezra, did you ever dream one day, that all the songs should cease? No music in the cafes play since the baddest news arrived A stone cold note told of the change, no time to grieve, or make our peace did it wither, man, or did we contrive in sympathy with the new and strange? No church bells rang; no...

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Categories: atrophy, art, dedication, poetry, poets,
Form: Couplet
Atrophy
I sigh my song of loss Profound sense of frustration At your hair now brittle and coarse Which fuels my sense of desolation You’ve been old my whole life But strong in belief – and mind Never guessed it could come to this Or that I’d possess thoughts this unkind Horrified by suffering Amazed by the little things Your paper-thin delicate skin Each revelation acts like...

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Categories: atrophy, caregiving, death, religion
Form: Quatrain



A Trophy's Atrophy
for it, the hot-blooded campus youth booed and cheered, fought and cheated; adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports, the losers wailed, the victors jubilated; now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish, the Overall Champion trophy once...

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Categories: atrophy, nostalgia, places, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Atrophy
For too many years I have not lived with any passion I have smelled nothing, not a single flower, I have not heard the summer bird call out to his mate Nor enjoyed one single note of her reply How does the hour slip by so fast? These three years of unliving, I have known intimately only fear and doubt as...

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Categories: atrophy, angst, death, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse

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