Decomposed Poems | Examples

With Euphoria

You can get carried away
     with euphoria, drop

quickly to dysphoria
          land

on the pavement with glass

B R E A T H E

or land
   in heaven
      with
          a jolt

jittery the whiskers
on
    a
      lone
             rabbit

watching you spill your guts
once
pristine
to
the point
of
fame

Whether quite sad or happy
quiet your soul
pay attention 
to the road
in front of you
to the red light
N O T

the bright light

C O M P O S E  yourself
don’t become indisposed
or decomposed
suppose you

tether yourself to God
in
   highs
                A N D
                             lows

The Stars Have Stopped Shining

All of a sudden
The stars have stopped shining
Blimming sadness in Heaven
Too many babies are maimed and hurt
Too many infants are starving and suffering
Too many women are crying and mourning
And too many men are being sought
For summary executions
Where countless elders of the sad nations
Have disappeared without a trace
The pain is excruciating. What a disgrace!

All of a sudden
The sky has become extremely dark
Bloody chaos in Heaven
The cemetery is in the park
The buildings are bombed and bulldozed
For heaven’s sake, too many soldiers are overdosed
Where ships, vessels, yachts, boats and canoes are sunk
Somewhere is buried a dead skunk
Where everything is comatose and decomposed
No one can honestly envision a bright future
Where nobody can dry the tears of Mother Nature.

The stars have stopped shining
The moon is visibly absent
The sun is on strike and fasting 
And the weather is eerily aberrant.

Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

Buried on the moon

The space the distance the mind
where do i stand howe close am i
to carry my sins as far as possible
grow my brains clear of mistakes
and a place where i can pretend
so, i can just dance and let 
my insanity take shape and grow
into the true moment of despair.

My true desire the fight within my fire
forests of lies deep voices and satire
lanterns in the sky fly my desire
what is it like to be buried on the moon
would my pain and stress forever rest
decomposed my bones will fly through the space
my lies will terrorize new worlds above.

Dissolve in Darkness

darkness that once I befriended
is pulling its strings and laid down it’s plans
the tales I recited following the shadows
of his and her, my and their life
are being used as a canon
to shatter decomposed walls
who plead me to say “yes”

with every single breeze,
with every single breathe,
i refuse to kneel before defeat
in my cold barren land, 
every season feels colder
but I’m looking at horizon
waiting for that summer
to let the dear readers know
“i’m trying not to dissolve in the darkness,
that eternal excruciating peace”

Flowers-A Poem About Death

You got me flowers last week,
The petals started to wilt and fall yesterday,
–So I carefully glued them back on.
Despite my best efforts, they continued to die. 
No amount of love and care can keep them alive, 
From the time they first sprout to the time they bloom,
Their fate is predetermined. 

You got me flowers last month,
I watched them shrivel away,
But I still can not bring myself to throw them out. 
Their petals cover the middle of the diner table; 
Like a sad circle reminding me that what once was is no longer, and will never be again. 

You got me flowers last year,
I had to get rid of them,
They decomposed completely by the ninth month and second day.
You asked me if I would like a new bouquet,
All I could think about was how that first petal fell,
How do we continue to get each other flowers knowing they are inescapably going to die after such a tragic short life?
Why do flowers still grow; 
In the face of death?

Autumn

A single leaf floats to the ground,
bobbing and weaving through branches.
The color is red, turning brown.
I'm sure it will land sometime soon.

Maybe the wind will carry it.
A single leaf floats to the ground
but maybe it will fly, not float,
go higher instead of lower.

When it finally reaches ground,
what will become of the poor leaf?
A single leaf floats to the ground
probably to be decomposed.

It will be the first of many,
the pioneer, the ground breaker.
They will all follow the leader.
A single leaf floats to the ground.

Spirit Vessel Elegy

Spirit Vessel Elegy by James Edward Lee Sr. 


Decayed lay the vessel, fill with rot;
Derailed and decomposed;
Tilled embalmed yet corpse not;
Dispose of spirit so rose;
It rises you see the truths-self is spies

Soars a Spirit so the Spirit never dies ;


9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

When God Died

Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.

God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.

God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.

History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.

The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.

The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.

That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.

God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.

Decorated Decoy Delaware Defined

decorated decoy Delaware defined
deep-sixed, deemphasized, double design
daring dubious decorum delightful definitive
dashing, dazzling, diddling diminutive

demolished, derogatory doll-like, defy
decayed, decomposed, decolorized, dubious decry
decoded, decrypted, deepened delegate
decolorized, décor, defined duly designate

discontinued, delighted Des Moines detective
declaring Delaware dappled, doggedly defective
dashing daydreaming decoy declaring delude
damaging, destructive, dizzy, debatable deluge

All For the Cause

She sought out the secrets of the sinister circle
    diabolical, dainty dances of death
  where butterflies flutter, motorcycles v-v-r-r-o-o-o-o-o-m
    and reputed regime change plays dumb

  She hurled herself onto the altar of martyr's remains
    chew-'em-up-spit-'em-out sacrificial marks of cain
  her grisly face decomposed ere her family knew
    how she retched at what she was up to

The Sharing of Crop

They said we would be rid of our chains 
But, they've only grown tighter 
They said that welts would heal and fade
But, all I feel is the tenderness of new wounds
We’re always looking up at the stars
Cause our feet never seem to touch the ground
We HANG above the rest!
But not in a way you would expect?

So, this is the sharing of the crop?
They issued us free, right?
But I don’t feel it
That emancipation proclamation of devastation 
Of disappointment
The ink is distorted by the tears of decomposed slaves

Waiting to be seen and heard
They laugh at our pain
What pleasure is there to be gained??

You call yourself “sharing?”
Only taking away more from us 
Say that we just have "a little more" debt to work off
As the hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to years

At the command of God 
They lock us behind bars
Whip us with our sins and hatred 
Discipline us with our disobedience

The captivity of our sins is too much to bare
I want to die!
I can no longer handle being alive
The muscle falls from the bones
As I become apart of the Earth
Along with the sins of my ancestors

She Smelled of Unstable

she smelled of unstable 
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two 
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored

i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym

and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again

Remains of Time

How did it get late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?  — Dr. Seuss

REMAINS OF TIME

the moment i landed,
time, my time, started.
meant nothing when i cried,
when i babbled,
when i fell,
when mom kissed my un-wells.

then i was educated
and time moved slowly
as i stared out the schoolhouse window,
waited for Pavlov’s bell…

in time,
time was fun,
floating on a ship—
friendship, kinship,
proverbial ship.

time took a turn
as kin withered
and stoned
or decomposed in windblown ashes…

time taps me in places—
head, nose, shoulder bones.
i shudder…i shun,
in wonderment i run.

time finds me
in tears…on my knees,
   beholden
to clarity.

i stare in its face—
its remains.

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Truth

What terrifies me the most?
What do we have time for?
Perhaps a prost…
      To all the things beautiful 
            and decomposed

The truth
      Yes, it is the truth, I suppose 

What if I know?
How the knowing horrifies me so
Knowing all the things that knowing shows 
Mostly devastation because
   the truth is rarely a rose 

What if I see?
Awaken to all the images that have haunted me
Gun fire in a city that never speaks
     Living out sin for the secrets we keep 
A virus to wipe out all of humanity 
A friend I see slipping into an endless sleep
The people, 
   Are they people?
      That reach out and weep…
          For a final word, a last goodbye
             Regrets leaving imprints 
                In my mind’s third eye


What if… 
     I stop begging to be loved?
     Would you abandon me? 
What if I accept that I really don’t matter 
     and I leave?
I am tired of being invisible 
I want to be seen
  Would it even matter?
    Would you notice at all?
Would you catch me, before I fall?

To all the what if’s and the questions I have posed

Yes, it is the truth 
       that frightens me the most.

We Hate the Ones We Have Wronged

It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured. ~Tacitus

as children 
we looked past the world’s artificial trappings 
the ravelment of doctrines 
and the glaring capitalistic displays
the only criteria was that we’re friends 

growing up 
the world we inhabited 
shrank as we embraced 
the rules of others 
to fit in 

adulthood 
meant that we 
overrode innate compassion for others 
paramount concern 
belonging to the right group 
often at the expense of many others 

leaving a particular religious group 
would lead to shunning 
even death 
lost in this Troxler effect 
we have ultimately lost the ability to discern human value 

we’re set in our ways 
our value compass 
eventually deliquesced as it decomposed 
like a corpse

how did we become so jaundiced in our outlook 
it is obvious 
we hate the ones we have wronged 
forgiving ourselves is only path to redemption  

14 June 2021

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