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Decimation Poems - Poems about Decimation


Death's Fuel
The poor helping poor. The rich helping rich. More fenels in a stoker match and best get rich....

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Categories: decimation, assonance, community, conflict, culture,
Form: Quatrain
Past Lounder
While waiting for the end I noticed a flower. And waiting for the end I lowered in dower. When saying to myself there's water to loure. When draying to myself I watered the flower. When all of the life I chose to honor was what of the life I bent to donor. Then bowing to say I spent life flounder. Was all in my life I lent past lounder....

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Categories: decimation, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Quatrain



Wicked Soughing
When the wicked aired commercials they never thought they'd watch. Till they all became intriqued and failed to see the botch. When they all went on to shopping and no one really cared. As their lust for making money meant much more work despaired. And their greed became more desperate as their products grew more cheap. And they raised their prices higher as their stuff broke...

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Categories: decimation, abuse, analogy, corruption, death,
Form: Quatrain
An Explanation For the Decimation
We may have had none, one, two, or more Intricate mistakes we quell to adore Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start Remiss to the love that ensure no art Mad that it happened, we wish it never did We tried to intact the emotions that we hid Until we hackneyed three words for bid “I love...

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Categories: decimation, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Imploding Decimation
When all is said and done the dust begins to settle and all the pieces standing are forced back into mellow The melancholic return in oblivious absense monotony abounds and still nothing happens A fercent felt desire a yearning for some depth Unsheathing of mine eyes reveals there's nothing left Inconsistent surging swells of pent up cooperation man made soul a super nova an imploding decimation...

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Categories: decimation, angst, life, passion,
Form: Iambic Pentameter




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