Best Dilapidated Poems

I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
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I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed...

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I haven’t been here for many many years. Finally I took the plunge to revisit my childhood haunts. I approach your deserted dilapidated old house...

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When the rain shall come
 When the new day shall be
 You and I will rejoice
 For the rain will wash away
 The painful seasons...

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Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place
A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch
Tall grass was overgrown...

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The Miller High Life bottle cap 
a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face
leering through broken windows — shards
glitter the floor like fallen constellations

your...

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  I'm phasing in a recurring monochrome dream,
    velvet whispers lead me to a sonorous stream,
  translucent visions fall as...

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How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long...

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A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like...

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In their dreams…

Yes, please

Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song

Yes, please

Remove that scented, plastic tulip

Place it upon my oblivious palm

As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins...

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In the night's chilling air a phantom figure, drags itself from
The watery edge of the river bank, emerging, rising upward
From beneath the moonlight's illumination, she...

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Darkness and stillness are my friends
I am poverty and beggary is my trend
A matter of surprise but a subject not to hide
Ignorance is my mother...

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Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base
I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner
of time, serving life in isolation.

A few rotten boards...

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How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the ...

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