Decline Poems - Poems about Decline

In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made" A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom,...

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VI. It used to be that a child was called a precious gift, so many of them used to die we were joyful if they lived. To kill such a defenseless soul was barbaric and cruel, but oh, how Satan did return, and play us all for fools. Now sixty million have been killed before breaching the womb, we murdered for the convenience, sent innocents to doom. Unique,...

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V. It used to be understood that people were pretty safe, that our streets and our neighborhoods weren’t a dangerous place, that you could let your kids go out and they’d come back alive, that we had good law enforcement, security to thrive. But now they coddle criminals, help them get out early, our cities have become failed states of crime, drugs, and feces. Worse yet is they’re...

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IV. It used to be expected that you not care about race, just treat all people like people, things were better that way. But that posed a problem for some, most of them on the left, without these victim narratives people would not elect them into positions of power, and that they could not stand, to lose power when addicted destroys a venal man. So they go to...

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III. It used to be that a school girl in a bathroom was safe, away from predators while in a vulnerable state. But now weaponized ‘compassion’ for the mentally ill puts confused men in there with them, some will rape, yes, they will. We’ve already seen it happen in our damn public schools, they’re been caught hushing it all up, these evil, programmed fools! When you stop and...

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II. It used to be that a woman could choose to stay at home, do the job of molding children, at least until they’re grown, shielded from this quite brutal world, quite the great privilege, and base on what we see these days it was better they did. But then the feminists came ’round, called raising kids a curse, shamed the women who would do it, an...

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I. It used to be a normal man could work a factory and make enough to buy a house, see that his family eats. But now the jobs are all off-shored, there’s nothing much left here, one man did try to bring them back, they shot him in the ear. The elites make too much cash off cheap labor far away, are in bed with politicos (If...

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In the meadows of contentment, where sunshine did reside, A smile, a gentle brook, with laughter as its tide. Sparkling, and clear, it danced and flowed, a symphony of glee, Reflecting joy in every face, for all the world to see. But shadows crept from distant hills, where anger's storms did brew, The gentle brook began to churn, its waters...

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I’m so excited about this election about America and our direction We’ll trust old men to make big decisions elderly men of compassion and vision Men who were there when the work was done when we went to the moon and warred in Vietnam A glorious age is at hand we’ll be safe in those trembling hands One who launched a murderous insurrection* Another who can’t even follow...

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In shadows cast on amber streets, The American Dream is fading fast. Once a beacon and why it now wanes, A tale of loss, of silent pains. Industry roared, cities grew tall, But inequality cast its shadowy pall. Corruption crept, unchecked and sly, Dreams thus fractured, our hopes left to die. In the land of plenty, hunger grew, As greed's poison tainted the red,...

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...They told us it was ‘tolerant’ to not care if people were gay, just letting those folk live their lives, how could it hurt us anyway? They said that we were spinning lies when we spoke of a slippery slope, but once they got that first wall down they declared that anything goes. That anything people believe must be seen as morally right, sure, it...

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They told us that we self-repressed, were too serious about sex, that it was causing neurosis, with birth control we could relax. Encouraged us to ‘explore things,’ said we should abandon restraint, now there’s **** comics in grade school, and we all know crude words like ‘taint.’ The men that get sex are players, with no reason to settle down, the ones who cannot just...

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A Slow Decline Farmers wake, farm their fields. Their wives tend hearth and home, chickens, pull milk from cows, slop the pigs. Fishermen struggle against fleets of slowly departing commercial ships, haul in smaller catches of ever-smaller fish. But entangled seals barbed in wire loosely fit, don’t care, burgeon swollen into a razor sharp ring cuts through flippers, neck, and tail, chokes, slowly amputates does an ostentatious necklace flashy,...

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How does an old man as old as me Keep up with the changes in society Men can be women, old men can be girls Pronouns can be mx or they, or hers Abortion is healthcare through faces proud Is said by the bearer who echoes the crowd The word “marriage” has changed from the ancients Is nothing pure? Is nothing...

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first love was easy as a stroke the body of april flesh, strobes of light on busty beats, Bright ships unplundered love was easy at first the act itself beyond fulfilments need Then Winters call we shed our skins we had no calling other than our own just two beasts bucklering's in the night Our pages fulfilled we await tomorrow's snow...

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