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Decrepit Poems - Poems about Decrepit


The Smut - Mar 25,26
I sense here some things sinister—a scent of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit; a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; a warm spell spilling from some seething vent; I find now some things filthy—foul ferment foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit discharging fetid, festering, sour spit; malignant mold in cold, cracking cement; So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate on into the...

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Categories: decrepit, addiction, corruption, dark, evil,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Premium Member Abandoned Decrepit House
abandoned decrepit house; the porch rails have rusted. it's decaying roof whispers dark secrets unrevealed. cobwebs grace ferns in the...

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Categories: decrepit, house, imagery, old,
Form: Verse



Premium Member Thought I'D Be Decrepit
When I was a young man many years ago Thought if I ever reached eighty I'd be decrepit and slow Now that I'm here Nothing to fear Everything's working fine 'cept for stuff down below...

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Categories: decrepit, age,
Form: Limerick
Decrepit Landscapes
Dreary decrepit landscapes frost over the hills, No land to salvage, no time to kill. Close your eyes into a paradise that will never find you, Sences leave you blind, As your soul will forever guide you. Valid dreams no longer vivid, In this world so directed, Time can no longer pass, but with you, I have existenced....

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Categories: decrepit, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Decrepit and Mangy Old Folks
I live in an adult lifestyle community So what exactly does that mean? It means most residents are old farts like me Though there's some under sixty it seems Don't know why they've chosen this place With us decrepit and mangy old folks Must be because their marriage seems safe No competition from us “over the hill” blokes The “put out to pasture”...

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Categories: decrepit, life, old, old,
Form: Quatrain



A Decrepit Map
Callused skin on my body Ruptured by the cruel nature Like a deserted and dry riverbed In a summer Is the native soil, my Rolpa and Rukum My mutilated soil Maimed by landmines This callus on my soil Cannot be cut away by surgery And then be tossed away, Like lifeless hairs Stuck on the porcelain sinkhole rim. Ghostly lizard crawls...

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Categories: decrepit, nature, peace, , western,
Form: I do not know?

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