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Decomposing Poems - Poems about Decomposing

The Hours of Poetry Both 2u and I Have Spent Decomposing

Though for hour's 

i as myself

And probably you as i

Have spent nay been transfixed

Ever pondering and decomposing
the poetic verse

Starring hazy glazed into an
unfulfilled keyboard dimly lit 
computer screen 

I just can't find the thoughts i 
wish my mind's to find or remitt

Likewise transmit the emotions
i am aspiring to committ to or
admit to

As everytime a word

Categories: decomposing, inspiration,
Form: Free verse

Decomposing Poetry

I am
As I gaze up towards the universe

I am
As a fading star lingering in the night

I am
Lost inside the twilight's whispered dreams

I am
Reality inside tomorrows twisted illusions

I am
Without purpose

I am
Nothing, nothing at all

I am
One with not even a reason to die

I am
The one who sold his insanity

I am
Alone and so very afraid 

Eating the dirt

Categories: decomposing, angel, art, death, destiny,
Form: Couplet

Decomposing Love

Can you truly love a rock,
you've never directly seen or touched,
or some other relatively inanimate object,
like a steel wall,
or ego-centrism?

If so, then how is your "love"
different from a whimsical "appreciate you"?

If not, then what is different between your "love"
and your "co-passions"?
Compassion,
passion with and toward,
but not passionate energy returned from Other 
necessarily,
or, Yes! Necessarily!?

How do you

Categories: decomposing, anger, destiny, fear, love,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Beauty Decomposing

Beauty decomposing,
Like Mozart unraveling;
A symphony from his grave,
She no longer would behave;
Slowly she rotted,
Her I's no longer dotted;
No more makeup,
Hair tied in a knot was her dressed up;
She stunk like a corpse,
Driven to the end of her ropes;
Because not even an overdose,
Would make her come alive a dead rose;
She'd been mistreated,
Her will to survive depleted;
She

Categories: decomposing, dark, death,
Form: Free verse

Decomposing Breath

You held my hand at the final goodbye,
No words of love could keep her scythe away,
My soul had gone before that fateful sigh,
To wait for you upon another day.
And as they laid me down to rest awhile,
I stood beside and touched your empty hand,
I thought I saw your lips begin to smile
As if your soul

Categories: decomposing, death, love, love,
Form: Sonnet