Best Decomposed Poems
It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured. ~Tacitus
as children
we looked past the world’s artificial trappings
the ravelment of doctrines
and the glaring capitalistic displays
the only criteria was that we’re friends
growing up
the world we inhabited
shrank as we embraced
the rules of others
to fit in
adulthood
meant that we
overrode innate compassion for others
paramount concern
belonging to the right group
often at the expense of many others
leaving a particular religious group
would lead to shunning
even death
lost in this Troxler effect
we have ultimately lost the ability to discern human value
we’re set in our ways
our value compass
eventually deliquesced as it decomposed
like a corpse
how did we become so jaundiced in our outlook
it is obvious
we hate the ones we have wronged
forgiving ourselves is only path to redemption
14 June 2021
Categories:
decomposed, philosophy,
Form:
Suzette Prime
The paint recalls, layered and petulant, groans
mindless in its ground, it decomposes.
Granules of hematite, pale traceries of gypsum,
the crevasses of cave wall are soot soothed.
Layered and petulant the palm of man appears
charcoal dusted, amongst the antelope and bison.
Do you hear the drum’s call, the hollow
wail of bone flute, the slap of bare feet,
the drone of chant?
Red-lead or orange crystalline roars atop
the gummy white in Pharaoh’s tombs.
See the deathly desert and the blood of power
as it paves the way; ochre, gypsum,
copper blue, groan mindless in its ground.
Do you hear the drums call, the hollow
wail of wooden flutes, the rattle of the tambourine
the clink of bell, as bare feet dance entranced?
Decomposed, composed, each grain
calls to mind pale traceries of the ages left behind.
Soot-soothed, charred coal outlines the faces
of God and man upon the walls of time.
First Published by Mused 2013
Categories:
decomposed, memory, men,
Form:
Free verse
I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.
Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit.
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.
Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.
Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
Categories:
decomposed, dedication, devotion, faith, funny,
Form:
Sonnet
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
Categories:
decomposed, christian, god, humanity, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Two o'clock she hits me hard
I salute to another captain
look around and swallow hard
Not as hard as you leaving
hitting me straight between the eyes
stars spinning right after midnight
can't remember exactly why
Whispers filled the empty cauldron
along with a pint of homemade wine
life already was a struggle living
now what am I going to do with all this time
Whiskey glasses and bathroom mirrors
keep on holding back the cries
another pent up night in Georgia
running scared and telling lies
Come on back before the summer
when my troubles will be unclothed
sprinkle love upon these shoulders
before this man has decomposed
Categories:
decomposed, life,
Form:
Free verse
I plead for my brothers and sisters
The seasonal wind blows them away,
Observe the furry urchins gather them
One by one another’s life to save.
Loathsome clouds a tinge of darkness
Blend heedfully into soulless nights,
The inclement weather caustic
My cousins the leaves in spiral flight.
Reduced to just a flutter
Groomed to change colour with age,
As they jive waltz and jive again
In thunder lightning and rain.
I am the last of mother’s children
When I too fall to the forest floor,
The fallen there await me
Must have heard my desperate call.
The winter solstice upon us
Where I lay beneath the warmth,
Red tan and gold cover me completely
Above them a blanket of crystal snow.
Their skin continues to crumble
Decomposed they keep me fed,
This afterlife the nourishment
Their sustenance around does spread.
Only after hibernation
Do I feel an urge to grow,
I’ve witnessed metamorphosis
Caterpillars in labour transformed.
Only now I feel a gradual motion
As I dig deeper into the ground,
Out of my head a commotion
A seedling that searches for the sun.
With no mind to carry on the species
Only an instinct an act to beget a son,
After all It is the merry month of May
And my growth at last as finally begun!
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Categories:
decomposed, nature,
Form:
Personification
Mossy vines camouflage decaying headstone
Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair
Foliage ever swallow so it cowers
Deeply weatherworn lettering embraced there
Threads of piercing light filtering through windblown
Limbs surrounded by trees, ferns, and wildflowers
Strewn mounds of decomposed fallen trees below
Cool nature's spirit aspirating showers
9/28/2020
Writing Challenge - Decay - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
decomposed, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
-------------------------------------------------
En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
Categories:
decomposed, historydeath, autumn, body, death,
Form:
Tanka
On the day I was born a band of demons rejoiced in hell.
Under Satan's spell, I grew into a man with an empty shell.
Darkness still hangs over me like a stormy black cloud.
I thrive on violence, and silence can often be so loud!
I enjoy the smell of decomposed skin, and the taste of afterbirth!
My energy is fueled by my sin and I've come to terrorize earth!
Many angelic beings have tried to put an end, an end to my demonic crime.
My foes can't seem to comprehend how I travel back through time.
I've worn the crown of destruction, and I continue to conquer the lands.
Without bloodshed I can't function, so I need blood to drip from my hands!
I bathe in hell's flames, and bargain for souls by fulfilling peoples fantasies.
I am called many names, but Antichrist is what the Bible has labeled me!
Soon I'll unite the world's governments, and put my face on all currency.
The mass media will be my instruments, and I'll have the world fooled to believe in
me!
I'll have all people under my control, and flood the world with sex and drugs like
cancer.
I'm determined to win every soul, for that is my goal, and I'll hold all the answers!!
Categories:
decomposed, angst, religion, sadworld, drug,
Form:
Couplet
The full moon lit up the night sky
A wisp of cloud passed it by
To add to an eerie atmosphere
As if something gruesome might appear.
The gates to the graveyard groaned in the wind
As did the groans of the grave stones twinned
And the night demons were on the prowl
As the wolf cried out with a harrowing howl.
In the chapel attic a light appeared
And the girl in the red dress everyone feared
Was staring out with blood shot eyes
As the living dead heed her cries.
The door slams open, a priest appears
Holding a silver cross that the demon fears
As the holy water burns the skin
Of a possessed soul steeped in sin.
The ghoulish corpses to the girls demands
Descend on the chapel, as the devil commands
And the sweating brow of the terrified priest
Does little to ward off the devils beasts.
Reciting Latin, the priest persists
As the decomposed bodies in the graveyard mist
Aim to transform him into one of them
So he keeps reciting over and over again.
The girl morphs into the devils form
But the priest refuses to conform
And so with a scream the girl is thrust
Way up high, as she continues to cuss.
‘Lord save this soul’ the priest declares
‘Release this soul from this evil affair
And with this water I purify thee!’
And with that, in an instant, the devil did flee.
It is said that the girl did not perish
But became a nun of the local parish
And yet on every full moon night
It is rumoured that the nun was nowhere in sight.
And so tonight, as you lay in your bed
If you think this chapel is somewhere else instead
Beware as the full moon glows
That the girl in the red dress never shows!!
Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
29th December 2021
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Categories:
decomposed, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
When life
seems all
hopeless
still don't
you loose
all
scope of
hope
for there's
this thing
dangling
in the air
Reach out
for God's
sturdy
rope.
For how
sure can
you be
that
death will
take you
to a
better fate
What if
you are
plunged
into a
plight
much
worse
where
there's no
turning
back at
any rate!
You too
haven't
been
infallible
and above
all
blame
that you
wish for a
perfect
rosy life
The
excuses
for suicide
are usually
so lame
better
enjoy your
share
even so in
strife.
Donot
friend,
plan to
commit
this act
just to
invoke
another's
pity and
regret
The pity
and regret
will
come and
go
besides it
soothes
no
decomposed
and a large
slice of
your life
may go
wasted.
Why rush for thy grave,
for greater gloom
Suicide's ain't a way out
fellow human friend
Pray a godless way not
send you unto this doom
You haven't right to bring
any life to its end.
And it's probable that all
those years
that you now wish to
recklessly discard in dust
have something bright
ahead, got to be a ray of
hope
Extinguish it not if in God
you trust!
Categories:
decomposed, suicide
Form:
Didactic
**********************************************************
The winds blow,**********************************the clouds grow.
The fear,********************************starts to show! Nobody, knows what*****************************this storm holds.
It might bend,******************************but it wont fold.
The funnel,****************************starts to mold.
The sirens blow,***************************your blood turns cold.
The heart,***********************slows!
Its time to get low,******************let it go!
There is, no end***************to this show.
The emotional distress,***********you will undergo.
Like a*********killer flow!
Praying, from********heavens below.
Hoping,********it goes!.
Forever,********leaving woes.
It intended,********to impose.
Life decomposed,********as secrets are exposed.
Memories corrode,*******while bonds erode.
There's no more,******humble abode.
As, the*******houses implode!
The neighborhood,*****explodes!
Now what waits ahead,*****is a long road.
5/15/2017
Categories:
decomposed, anxiety, conflict, dark, image,
Form:
Shape
If you were a tree,
or even a revolving cultural tree of history,
SunGod would gift-forward
fore-give
ProGenerate your positive/negative perennial waves of energy,
nutrition, healthy midway
between fear of freezing to death
and angry memories of wilting from thirst.
If we were EarthTribe's BiCameral Foresting Trees
we would celebrate together
SunGod TaoZen of YangSpacious Medicinal 4D-(0)-soul,
emerging WinWin EcoTherapeutic Peer2Peer PeaceWarrior
descending from PolyCultural Elder Communion Circles
worshiping GoddessGaia Earth of Queen Shabbat Yintegral
MeditationTime
Sun/Heaven penetrating receptive
warm wet Earth/Soil
together feeding poly-empathic co-gravitational experience
evolving rich health moisturized
wealthy compost
within our recycling forest of thirsty roots
and wilting crowns.
When I remember back through shared tree roots,
I recall before God could ever possibly become languaged as a Noun,
god must have been effectively nutritious nondual co-arising Nature's action,
growing polycultural differentiation
and balancing panentheistic freedoms
within Time's dialectical infrastructure of
developmental seasons
Light's empowering natural/spiritual balance,
bicamerally decomposed, reviewed, reflected, reiterated
sensexual experience
of healthy trusted
and pathological distrusted
renouned language meditation songs
and reinvested nonverbal medication dances.
Allah was Earth's medicinal panentheistic healthy verb
before becoming LeftBrain's monotheistic meditation
wealthy reNoun.
To be fully human life's historic potential
is to become humane panentheistic EarthStory
revolving fully sacred-natural life's potential integrity
is to divine wealth trust our MeWe dipolar
Tree Crown/RootSystem co-arising
bicamerally surprising
EarthTribe selves.
Categories:
decomposed, destiny, earth, god, heaven,
Form:
Political Verse
Quickly closed my eyes the minute I saw your greeting hand
Fully body cured with earthly riches
My mouth stapled
And my body coma straight
As I get a crushing glimpse of your movement towards me
I exhaled out of the air of dreams
She's not coming to me, my mind echoed
Please make her stop
I can't keep on feeding my eyes a virtual
On a given second the speed decomposed
Her face scarched with ease
Peace she retaliates
In a line asked questions I stood like liberty with my Hand straight up about to say something but never came out
A pass of H2o then dropped my hand
I felt like a disabled person with no Perpouse of movement waiting for a rescue operation
If this is the way God punishes me my conscious giggled
You an OG son I convinced myself
I slowly turned around to utter my greetings already projected into a nirvanic mind I saw butterflies flying randomly out of nowhere
Suddenly a wind came into existence through my breathing
Less did I know she is been turned
Her breath increasing like 100 meter atlet
I let my mind get hiii for a moment
Out of the blink of no existence
She attracted everything around her besides herself
She was like munchies after a good Shiiit blunt
Everybody was waiting for me to say something
My sister woke me up that's when I say her message on Facebook
"hello"
Categories:
decomposed, beauty, crush, feelings,
Form:
Doors
How fitting that the band’s name derived from Aldous Huxleys’ treatise
‘The Doors of Perception’ that purely aesthetic philosophical story of
life through the window and door I suppose of psychedelia and drugs
In a marriage of heaven and hell ‘Baby light my Fire’ perilously casts
a shadow of what became when he hatched through the final portal
unhinged wasted high as an angel the one and only Jimmy Morrison
‘This is the End’ the final curtain which Jimmy painted in words when
brilliance and despair talent and all those voices in his head were laid
to a final resting place and conclusion of a life pruned and cut so short
The end underlined the movie ‘Apocalypse Now’ in its brutal reality
in a world that does not need reality shows to distract from evil in
which Vietnam and the Holocaust are forgotten and history repeated
Jimmy’s father had been an Admiral in the forces and my father a
General had thought that years on the Russian front could be expunged
by joining NATO’s Cold War delusions fighting for Peace with ready guns
My own rebellion has been quite mild rather mellow but I wonder
how close I have sailed to the wind resisted the calls of Baader and
Meinhof have not bowed to the needle avoided full blown opposition
No comparison in talent for sure and I believe that Jimmy suffered
psychosis and I got away with depression but nevertheless in truth
it is the world that suffers from schizophrenia seems to dabble with
Mescaline induced decomposed compositions when true colours are black
‘This is the End’ and ‘Light my Fire’ misunderstood when genocide beckons
Categories:
decomposed, perspective,
Form:
Free verse