Best Decrepit Poems

As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain 
in this nonchalant existence of 
my diseased body and over the hill mind!

It reminds me a time of agility, 
A time of struggle and celebrations,   
An age when dreams of a better...

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abandoned
   decrepit house;
      the porch
         rails have rusted.

it's decaying roof
   whispers dark
      secrets
         unrevealed.

cobwebs
 ...

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"As the day ends, one is closer to heaven." By Poet

My neighbor is old,
she can be very bold.
Loving to wear lots of fancy gold,
and decrepit I am told.

You know age is just a thing,
numbers one wants to ring.

How old are you,
that number may make you...

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Callused skin on my body
Ruptured by the cruel nature
Like a deserted and dry riverbed 
In a summer
Is the native soil, my Rolpa and Rukum
My mutilated soil 
Maimed by landmines 
This callus on my soil
Cannot be cut away by surgery
And then be tossed away,  
Like...

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I live in an adult lifestyle community
So what exactly does that mean?
It means most residents are old farts like me
Though there's some under sixty it seems

Don't know why they've chosen this place
With us decrepit and mangy old folks
Must be because their marriage seems safe
No competition...

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  - Not everyone is born under a starry sky ~ but climbed great heights - 
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Dreary decrepit landscapes frost over the hills,
No land to salvage, no time to kill.

Close your eyes into a paradise that will never find you,
Sences leave you blind, As your soul will forever guide you.

Valid dreams no longer vivid, In this world so directed,
Time can no...

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In the dog days of summer, the kids discover a decrepit house and the old man (Rentaro Mikuni) who lives there alone.
— Zac Ntim, Deadline, 4 Feb. 2025 

He was an old decrepit man, was he not?
His clothes tattered; his trousers held by a knot.
Few...

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Written: June 3rd, 2025, For Contest By: Constance la France

Quote: "Age cannot wither it, nor custom stale Its infinite variety."
- William Shakespeare

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Warm sun butterscotch sand kisses the feet,
Salted air and layered hands settle...

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We cannot fight old age –  So, when I get there…  I’ll just embrace it with a big dollop of humour!!  Quote by poet.

My decrepit body makes me cry
Growing old ain’t fun, I cannot lie
My bladder leaks, it makes me sigh
Pelvic exercises...

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Before midnight ticks, I turn to my 
    interior world ,
One that cradles myrhh
of reminisces  and sagas,
Allowing breaths to inhale the agony
and radiance of loved ones' trails
now beyond my physical reach--

Watching the decrepit portraits on 
   the foyer, ...

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Decidedly, no longer a teenager
Even older than the president, I'd wager
Curmudgeonly, "that's not music", he mumbles
Reliably, "prices are too high", he grumbles
Each year, his age is closer to infinity
Perhaps that's how many times he wakes up to pee
I guess the time has come, I must  accep' it...

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“A beautiful car is something to be adored and if possible, restored in later years
to its former beauty. Some of your best memories it keeps.” by poet

There is a very old decrepit car.
She was my father’s “baby” long ago.
Named Jaguar D – like a Superstar...

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When I was a young man many years ago
Thought if I ever reached eighty I'd be decrepit and slow
Now that I'm here
Nothing to fear
Everything's working fine 'cept for stuff down below...

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I sense here some things sinister—a scent
of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit;
a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; 
a warm spell spilling from some seething vent;

I find now some things filthy—foul ferment
foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit
discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; 
malignant mold in...

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