Decayed Poems

Mysteries of the Abandoned

Breathe deeply my legacy,
My mysterious abandonments
My asylums of the dead.
So many forgotten dwellings
Now boarded up and cold.
I once wore them and shed them
Like snakeskins.
All these mental spaces,
What was their meaning?
What visitations did I encounter?
So many giant houses of horror,
Gothic crumbling, rotting 
mansions of ruin.
There, I was imprisoned
In solitary confinement self-imposed,
Like a rodent feeding on garbage,
I

Decayed

one-time betrayal of trust 
    taints pristine relationship.
there's nothing worth salvaging;
           not much to cling to.

   they gave it a fighting chance 
      sadly, it was all for naught.
 too strong, the stench of decay;

Decayed

We hold hands as we walk through the woods
Rich with decay.
The leaves crunch beneath heavy bodies.
The smell of death follows us.
We walk slowly, savoring the day
For there is no use running.
Our hands fall limply by our sides.
What we once had in blooms is now rotting,
The bittersweet vines have choked the flowers we grew.
We are walking

Decayed

"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 the crumbling house of my youth.
I drove by yesterday and

Decayed

Where do decayed dreams go?
Are you like me and would like to know
Is there a secret place where they abide?
That's a fantasy dreams have died.

When I compose myself for sleep
Wondering what dreams may creep
What will capture my slumbering form?
To be young again quite transformed.

For one split-second when I awake
My midnight dream is not opaque
It does

Decayed

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 and families with dreams.
Now in the wind, these spindly structures

Decayed

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! 

I remember my old maternal uncle,
Who had turned a widower

Decayed

Sadly,
The truths they claimed
Would set me free
Rotted
In the souls of twisted vines
And broken branches.
Decay
Spreading from stagnant soil
Through the roots
And twisted bramble
To the towering
Papal tiara.
Thus, freedom came
And I was lost
Left alone
To seek a truth
Unknown
To them
Yet longing
to be discovered.

Decayed

Sr. Faustina had prayed...
for souls to be un-decayed

her Divine Mercy crusade--
was for a long time delayed

her cool Diary -- forbade!
its publishers, too afraid!!

its devotees, all dismayed
but the Marians obeyed :)

its Message refused to fade,
and the editors -- inveighed

my fave part: when she crocheted
to please Goodness Itself -- rayed

His Blood and Water --- displayed
to seek our

Decayed

Once vibrant and alive, hope danced in our eyes,
But now, a flickering ember, slowly it dies.
Time's cruel touch, it weaves its bitter thread,
Unraveling love, leaving hearts heavy with dread.

The promises once made, like whispers in the wind,
Now fade away, like echoes that rescind.
Love, once a flame that burned with fiery passion,
Now flickers weakly, consumed by

Decayed

“This world is but thought and thoughts fade away ~
Eternal is God’s love, that’s here to stay”
            ~ quote by poet 


Alive here on earth, what we know is this
What is born, will die, suffering decay
Though fleeting are moments of happiness 
We hope one

Decayed

“The torrent of trying time takes away 
the debris of decayed dreams”- Quote by poet

 In your squishy hug my fervent arms delicately turn
into the embrace of my heart’s enchanted urn,
set the lingering longing latent deep within
to sail in the sea of depthless desire keen.

In my ardent sea the waves roll to beguile,
spread the shining

Decayed

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 gapes at all facts and truths, concomitant.

We jive in death-cool

Decayed

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 has been discovered this way,
Yet a distinct welcoming can be

Decayed

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 deepened.

Superstitions and blind faith can make religions decline,
As Jesus said,

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