Best Decay Poems

In autumn's graceful waltz of time
Where beauty and decay lovely intertwine.
And where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move this is a mesmerizing rhyme.

Leaves fall like a master painter's dream
Such a masterpiece mixed in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette and the wind's gentle...

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Dracula needed dentures,
That's the story I've been told
The man was getting up in age,
Nearly seven centuries old!

He refused to see a dentist,
While losing his fatal bite
He soon became a laughing stock,
Not a soul feared him at night!

The Transylvanian Drooler,
His newly appointed name
He lost his reputation,
His...

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Dead leaves dance in the wind and embrace
As it takes them to a recent place
Their beauty is in decay, yet still alive
A reminder that all things must thrive.

The last flower of the season stands alone
Withered and fading, its beauty is now gone
But its vibrant colors...

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Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
(free verse)


On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain,
why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay

and the beat goes on

daily turmoil and sadden goodbyes
nightly terrors, old broken toys
vacancies of illuminations
dark echoes that reveal
dismissal of kindness

and the...

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we're in a cafe and he's unsure if he can
finish his slice of CAKE, one of those 
fondant numbers and so we've made an arrangement
which will allow me to consume half of it
but then, "dad, i actually think i can finish it."

i get a message...

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The day he moved in he started 
packing all of her away.
She barely even noticed her 
personal truth decay. 
Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes, 
echoed her quiet dismay.
Without a breath in her defense she 
was a captured castaway.
She barely even noticed her 
personal truth decay....

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The doors still creaked as they did before, age emanating from the very core;
The walls, ceiling, his arms and legs, even the floor, worn smooth and warped
From the years of trodden feet.
The smells bring back his youthful visits;
Peeking through, to view, the wooden pews;
An instant...

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Note: I am very pleased to have collaborated with Robert Lindley on several occasions in the past. Today, I have the pleasure of doing so again.
Robert, as always, thank you no end for the fellowship and inspiration.

Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
A collaboration...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower is withered:
                  ...

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lying on the dirt floor
twisting and turning in my sleep,
i hear a moan and one last sigh, 
and then a lady starts to weep.

i try to wake up from this terrible dream,
and the dangers that face me.
but as i blink i notice one thing,
my dream...

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The days are getting so withered and old,
and leaves are falling, drifting and flying;
I gather up the red, yellow and gold,
O, the wildflowers are fading-   dying.

The daylight is tarnished and the wind bleak,
soon, the fields, trees and branches will be bare;
the birds...

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Returning from the date, he hides impressions 
into the nooks and crannies of his mind
like a fed dog hides bones and then can’t find.
Don’t, filthy dog, don’t do that! Nothing freshens
the memory like a new date. The grave
of his beloved wife was fresh enough
to dig...

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My old homeplace was left to deteriorate
A shambles of disarray showing it’s elderly state
Porch and door gray and weary from the years
Of wind and storm flailing their bitter beams
Ferns grow haphazardly along the garden edge
Whispers of disrepair shadowing the staircase
Making everything appear dismal and worn
Humbled...

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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...

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Your headstone glistens neath the sky
   this breezy, chilly, autumn day,
      as dead leaves swirl in circles now
while falling, landing where you lay.

This tree that guards you- soon must sleep;
   once lush with earthly, verdant green,
...

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