Best Deteriorate Poems
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Beyond the chipped paint and tarnished handle
of this old screen door once waited a garden,
a winding path of stone and dirt
I had walked many times in my life
that led to a place of wondrous beauty,
poetic blooms and intoxicating fragrances
Merely stepping beneath the Jasmine covered arbor
lifted spirits and illumined hope that all was right,
and the butterflies, oh the butterflies, winged effervescence in
sapphire, indigo, tangerine and lemon butter yellows
floated from flower to flower creating
the most wonderful dancing rainbow for the eye
I still smile when I hear those old rusted hinges squeak
and I feel that fresh air meet my face
For those memories linger in my mind,
as now I find the path overgrown, the arbor splintered and fallen,
the vibrant garden a mass of weed and vine
strangling the beauty that once flourished
And I understand, life changes…slowly,
each of us deteriorate within time’s grasp, returning
to where we began, covered in lawn and dew
beginning anew or to be forgotten…
an occasional thought that passes
down another path of another life
Now as I stand gazing at what once was,
a tear finds my cheek, meandering over these wrinkles
gathering in the corner of my mouth…salty
yet it is not the garden nor the whimsical path
that collects in my mind…it is the butterflies,
oh how I miss the butterflies…
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An older piece but I figured since it seemed to be butterfly day around here, I’d post it. : )
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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 house that was once my lovely home
Vines cling to the roof and I see a rosette smiling
Softly forming the illusion of charm along the gray
Dingy boards that were once painted with a joy
That filled up the site with pretty pictures of hope
Melancholy broods as I peep through a window
Losing my composure amid the apathy of chaos
That was once my dream come true, my heart
Singing songs of inspiration that has changed to
Verses of disorder and dismay due to the decay
Of this once happy place where I was raised
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Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 14, 2020
This write is not to judge, but deter. An ode to all vultures.
You're like a person hover
amidst of fluffy cloud.
Some look up to you as a potent,
but you are brittle in nature:
your act is like of dark spot
that hid behind a glittering light.
I know you're strong, but
you have not admitted that.
Use your inner power; you might
even stronger than those
you jealous with passion.
You rested your mind upon others strength,
Pirating perspiration: an act
of deteriorate others strength.
A poison to their mind, even
if they are speaklees,
tis already a curse.
You had better pull off
before your time lost
in elusive world of prospect
where your eye would wink
In extreme shameless
as a thief in amidst of millions eyes.
The people around us when we have something to offer
Only when we run out of supply will the love stop
Why must we are only for oneself when we could offer it to them as to return the favor
How cold we are of a specie which is the only to enjoy others pain to make ours fade
Oblivious we are of others when they need it yet beg theirs and outcast for refusing
My life is only worth as much as yours no matter your wallet size we are all worthless
I see now clearly as a diamond hanging from your neck the reflection shows the true colors
The way we see ourselves in our true inner goodness nobody accepts to see
My reflections is worth more then the greedy though behind your jewelry
And yes so is yours a diamond will always be loved for it's value and accepted
Yet the one giving it will inevitably not receive anywhere as much appreciation
Can we live without items and choose the value of another humans reflection
Or is it simply human instinct to care only for oneself
No i say to this question for society tells us what to believe in and teaching how to shun
Could we be the ones to save the world in which we slowly deteriorate
Eternally soon we sleep to shortly be rotten just as we were taught to be
Rarely we find that one person with their diamond still reflecting their potential
No more will this person allow others to reflect their image over their own so no tot be seen
The window guys came to install the new glass. They took away the old glass that had become filled with moisture. The seals had failed, the result of nineteen years of Okanagan sun beating down on them. It's funny how we don't notice how things deteriorate over time, it happens so gradually, then one day you wake up and see and wonder why it took you so long to notice. I have had this happen with relationships so now I am ever vigilant when it comes to the ones I love. Unlike my windows I don't wish them to be replaced or perhaps I should worry that they may wish to replace me. The light is now shining into our home and as I look at my wife I smile and we look out the window together. The view seems better with someone I love by my side.
***Collaborative by father and son...***
I'd like to tell a story
Of romance at it's best
I'll speak to you of deja-vu :F:
And you can dream the rest
This story is not a story
It's of truth you see
This woman who has caught my eye :S:
And how our relationship came to be
At first it came quite slowly
Then quickened in its pace
The first time that I held you :F:
Placed my lips upon your face
I looked into your eyes
And in translation I was lost
I felt you warmth and gentleness :S:
my breath turned into frost
The midnight moon is glowing
Our bodies are entwined
I felt the beating of your heart :F:
And knew that is mine
When you leave I blow you kisses
Upon returning I hold you tight
Your beauty is magnificent :S:
I'll adore you with all my might
Some days I'll send you flowers
The candies on its way
Our weekend trips to Mexico :F:
Lets pack, be on our way
I'll take you to the Virgin Islands
Or to the south of France
But when we are in Mexico :S:
We'll do the salsa dance
We've had a few cervesas'
Three or four scotches too
In the twilight hours :F:
I'll whisper I love you
See I'm a little different
I drink tequila with l lime
But when dancing ends and night time falls :S:
You will be all mine
In the morning hours
When we decide to wake
We'll drink our coffee darling :F:
Sweet love again we'll make
All through the night we're fixed
On fulfilling each others needs
So when the sun rises :S:
There are no romantic pleas
I've awakened to your pretty face
Now twenty years have past
My heart still beats our rhythm :F:
This love is meant to last
In our older years
When life has past us by
Our minds deteriorate and we cannot walk :S:
But our love will never die
The hair I have upon my chin
Has quickly turned to gray
For all our years together :F:
It's time to finally say
We're still one pea stuck in lifes' pod
Our love is here to stay :S:
Created by Jared L. Pickett & Richard Pickett....
Dead roses welcome
Broken, the gate of a dying garden
Locked by a chain of sadness
Swinging aimlessly in neither direction
Forgotten blooms dry
Rusted thoughts deteriorate quickly
From a fallen porch swing
Tattered cushions offer no comfort
Chipped paint blinds longing eyes
Stepping from the edge of loneliness
Meeting the earth with a heavy foot
Looking beneath for a spot to rest
Tear drops moisten to mud
Carving marble words of the departed
Hammer and chisel cursive
Dust coats my throat as I whisper
Here lies my heart…dead roses welcome
As I watch the corrupt squirm like worms, after the dirt is removed,
Throwing blame like balls of fire, twisting facts, creating lies
All the while projecting onto others, everything they do
I watch them try to change our country with such extreme ways
As morals deteriorate, fading with the sun of every sunset
Their care for American lives is diminished to protect themselves
As they try to have control of everyone and everything around
I have one thing to say, you will never take my freedom!
I will die fighting for this and the values of our country if need be!
Heidi Sands
10/21/19
when the skin of the structural make up punctures
when blood and tears rupture like a flowing oil well
on the crest of tidal waves
when the skeleton of human unity shatters worldwide
when our moral void carpets water and land
covers the whole planet
when the fiber of the character of world leaders
deteriorate beyond recognition
then we need
a collective correcting whisper from the masses
explodes like a flower of one trillion seeds of hope.
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
Broken China doll,
Your face is cracked and creased,
it seems your beauty has died,
as the spider webs have increased.
Broken China doll,
the paint on you is fading,
as shadows set place,
these old memories are waning.
Broken China doll,
your face used to shine bright.
One day some one will find you,
to fill your cracks with light.
Broken China doll,
You once bathed in words and company;
so promising and serene.
Now lost and forgotten,
your beauty is unseen.
Broken China doll,
Please do not die,
and deteriorate from within;
because beauty still grows even in a darkening dim.
“Penetration”
Baby remember this date
For it could one day be great
Unless you prefer to listen to those who hate
Rather than allowing your heart to decide your fate
Even though your mind will surely debate
For the mind functions as a device to translate
Any condition with which the heart can relate
To determine when it has found its mate
Only then can your heart emancipate
Your body to a point where I can penetrate
It deep enough so that our souls may communicate
On a level powerful enough to alleviate
All the pain the mind and body can stimulate
And from this point, we can never deviate
Because this is any soul’s most blissful state
All because there is no reason to manipulate
Because our souls alone have the power to dictate
And our minds and bodies will only appreciate
Our hearts because they chose to congregate
At a time before it became too late
For both minds and bodies to associate
Before Him so that He can generate
A love that has no choice but to graduate
From a place that hatred previously ate
But love lives on because of our ability to consummate
Which takes more than the knowledge of how to fornicate
Because fornication only requires a physical trait
Whereas consummation is served on a spiritual plate
Therefore it is, in many ways, His mandate
Which is why we should never hesitate
Nor should we ever contemplate
Because only through obedience will His blessings accelerate
Our lives on a path that will never deteriorate
Because His grace can only motivate
Any life, instilling goodness at a Heavenly rate
Therefore it is our job to concentrate
So that we will be able to anticipate
When love begins to precipitate
Over our hearts so that we can congratulate
The new soul that our minds and bodies will create
Which is all He put us here for, no matter how long we have to wait
I lay here, unarmed, and vulnerable to the damage that has been done. I want to cry, I can cry and I will.
The feeling of it all, discomforts me, hypnotizes me, leaves me wondering; who have I got left? I think and the answer terrifies me, shakes me; how come? I have no one.
These breaths, they puzzle me, how do I breathe for nothing? No one?
And yet so eagerly, I look up for better things, brighter beginnings, but the thought ends, will I truly be happy? Can something powerful enough in the days ahead of me give me comfort? Bring me peace?
Yes I have been fooled, betrayed several times now. I have figured out my flaws; I trust too much, love too much, and forgive. I don’t know why but I seem to refuse giving up this false matter, false clinging to this object, idea, or spirit, named “Hope”.
Yes it beats me up, yes I have been slain, slaughtered, and shattered; in the walls of denial, and query I was trapped, destined to taste suffer, with the eyes of mine I did see, moments, and events that slaughtered me like ice and fire, those eyes of mine, show me things I don’t wish to see, they slaughter me, although part of me, organs of my being, they still do. In the times where I thought I was strong, in times where I thought hope would save me, now it shatters me in the presence of all thy people, makes me its slave by clinging to it, begging for mercy, for chances, and for that I am weak. They all thought I was strong, unbreakable, but now everything proves them wrong; I do break..
These tears I thought will cleanse me, purify, and strengthen me, but now whenever I do cry; those tears are just like whips that drain out my strength, deteriorate my goals, and terrorize my dreams, and so I abandon them..
October 16th
We lost one of the best people
I ever saw.
My beautiful, sweet, dear
Mother-In-Law.
She loved her children
She introduced them to God.
Constantly smiling
Even though her life was so hard.
"Blood Of Jesus"
Was her favorite thing to say.
She probably said it
100 times a day.
She loved The Lord
She was spiritually touched.
He loved her too
That's why he blessed her so much.
God gave her the Cadillac
That she coveted so.
She shared her blessings with everyone
She never said no.
She gave & gave
Even to people who did her wrong.
Revenge was not in her nature
Because her faith was so strong.
She loved to talk
She always had something to say.
She kept in real with all
Man that woman didn't play.
She was the rock of her family
Her strength kept me in awe.
She was her family's monarch
She was perfect, no flaws.
She was my "California Mommy"
It's so hard being without her.
There's not an hour, minute or second
That I don't think about her.
I know she's in Heaven
Turning Heaven out.
The Lord is happy she's there
I believe that, no doubt.
I look up for her
I hope she's looking down on me.
I want her to know what her loss
Has done to her family.
Her daughter who used to
Always have a smile on her face
Now has sadness in her eyes
& her smile's been replaced
With a slight little frown
Because she misses her Mom
I don't think she gotten over the fact
That her Mother is gone.
We all grieve
In our own little way.
I thought it would get easier
With each passing day.
It hasn't for her daughter
She watched her Mom's health deteriorate.
But her Mom fought to the end
Because her will was so great.
I miss her so much
But I know she's in a better place.
The mark she left in our lives
Could never be erased.
October 16th is a day
That'll stay on my mind.
That's the day
My Mother-In-Law went to Heaven
& left us behind.
I know she's watching over us
I know this for a fact.
There's nothing in the world
I wouldn't do to have her back.
*****
I Love You Mother-In-Law
2/3/1956-10/16/2014
A couple of years later, at age 19, this farm girl married and, true to her Catholic
upbringing, began having children. She had four live births and four miscarriages over the course of less than seven years, long before the idea of “post-partum” depression was even a gleam of understanding in anyone’s mind. After the birth of her fourth child, a girl who would grow up to study environmental sciences and eventually draw the correlation between that first atomic explosion and her mother’s first episode of mental, emotional and physical distress, that infant had to be taken by her aunt and uncle to care for lest she perish from failure to thrive because by this time, mom was so deeply depressed, she was unable to care for her newborn.
In those days there was no such thing as mental health care, no understanding at all of how to nourish the brain or detox the body from the effects of poisons and radiation…for indeed these advances are only recently gaining traction and still only in the realm of “alternative health care”. With no understanding of her condition, or of what would even constitute appropriate care, her state of mind and body continued to deteriorate. After more than one suicidal episode and losing her children to foster care while she entered a treatment and rehabilitation facility, she was eventually diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic and manic-depressive, giving her husband sufficient justification to divorce her and blame her parents for not telling him that she was mentally deficient before he married her. Even the Catholic Church agreed and granted an annulment of the marriage that produced his four live children and four miscarriages while he served in the Air Force and left her to care for his children while he was away for years at a time overseas on unaccompanied assignments. But nevertheless, the marriage was officially annulled so that he could marry again sanctioned by the Church and his Catholic bride could continue to take unholy communion in mass.
It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother
It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you