Best Decayed Poems

Demons drown the desire;
proudly persecuting patiently.
Evil erupted entities;
maliciously mangling me.

Satan states the severity;
of corrupting his command.
Ferociously framed in fire;
horrifically at his hands.

Dreams died decades ago.
Slaying sins set out;
to traumatize the innocent,
on a rancid, wretched route.

Blood bath beginning;
Demons delightfully dote.
Abominations are appreciated;
take the knife to her...

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brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat

now requiring constant mending
as homeless unraveling posed an inevitable ending

torn pockets spilled over
with a plethora of dead letters

hope had long ago delivered 
its final walking...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing cracks and marks,
Memories leap out,
From the moss-grown crevices of my mind,
Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming,
Fragmented, scented, and sour!...

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Fleeting light streams through the broken window pane.
Flickering, as the only movement trying to bring life in vain.
The stillness is dense and dust lays thickly as all is grey.
The old house utters the softest moan, resisting evident decay.

There is an aura of shame, that it...

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Real men of courage fight for Truth, 
Truth that's so pure, without dilution.
Dilution grays sight, blurs the Light,
Light so blurred can lead to Confusion.
Confusion sways to and fro like fickle waves, 
Waves that leave the shore to flow with Doubt.
Doubt has no solid ground, it...

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loving and caring
words spoken without thought
heart turns hard as rock





Show Me Contest Of Brian Strand
3rd Place Winner...

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When churches of honor decay

                    Mired in cynicism's wet glue

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The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Could be modern Sodom and Gomorrha
Babylon that Revelation's story told
The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Vision of tree came to me and stayed
What...is that tree ..America that I love
The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Could be modern Sodom and...

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Shu and Chu are both remote and desolate areas 
Where I have lived in exile for twenty-three years. 
Nostalgic, I couldn’t help chanting the Reminiscent Song;
Now I return home a weathered man absent for so long.
Passing by the sunken barge, countless sails are seen; 
In...

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What causes a relationship to fail?
Decay sets in when thoughtlessness persists,      
when selfishness extends beyond the pale,
and chances to show love are blindly missed.         

Vacated houses crumbling with decay
once teemed with life...

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Coldest mountains, sharpest peaks
Lonely, quiet there does lie
A better end it still seeks
Body under light blue sky

Its corpse has flown far and wide
Glassy eyes and foggy skin
Tumbling through river tide
None are there, no next of kin

The valley has mountain walls
Forever trapped, a ravine
So far down,...

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"I thought I'd feel comforted by walking through my childhood home. The only emotion I felt was melancholy that it had been abandoned and left alone to die."  ~ by poet

I sat in sorrow as tears salted the coffee in my cup
while I recalled...

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Decay is a natural process of the universe,
It's, perhaps, a stage of impossibility to nurse.

A seed under the earth can resurrect; not if decayed,
A flower can disperse seeds, till they absolutely fade.

When the functions of traditions and values get weakened,
Unless reformed the degradation gets deadly...

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Before me, was a fork upon the trail;
   go left- go right- confused, I just stood there.
      Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil
of crowded ferns that hid the views with care.

Not far into my chosen...

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