Degradation Poems - Poems about Degradation

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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Kensington Children of frustration when dreams rose from the heap the darkest of locations tell white lies as they speak open to persuasion when abilities are weak waves of degradation disturbs all those asleep awake the dispensation to turn the other cheek the house that they were raised in and company they keep a blur of segregation when summers burn with heat sit back for meditation and sow...

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Proverbs 16:18 (KJV) “Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.” I’ve been ashamed, Ashamed of my lack of understanding, My lack of consideration, My lack of care and concern, My lack of admiration. I’ve been ashamed, Ashamed of the way I acted… When things didn’t go the way I planned, When I just couldn’t let go of the past, When, despite...

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If humans make smarter phones, we are Slaves to whom?...

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Playtime in the bone-pit. Sanctified ritual amalgamates sawdust savagery with infantile hunger and births a blank recognition within the eyes of the disbelieving. What is it? Praise be to the Geek. Empty, gone and automated he devours his daily bread of chickens and rodents with a dry heroin mouth that grinds and chews towards infinite sideshow pay days. Strange but true! Mister, he was made for it. Humiliation...

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homeless man on the edge of the park devours his gifted pizza crumbs stick to his dirt streaked face like layers ...

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She loved a man who, in their early days, romanced her and was quick with lofty praise. Due to his love, life bore a rosy hue. Does this sound too near-perfect to be true? Was it a dream? Soon Paradise was lost. His heart grew cold, and hers would pay the cost. Her efforts drowned in his indifference; each day...

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As a lovely lotus, holding her head high, dooms to fade… So is the fate of which damn degradation does invade! When the angel of democracy murdered and muted, Could politics provide people protection well suited? When disruption of home and strife for living grow thriving, Doesn't, like corroding steel, society go riving? When caste, color, creed, and sects, like...

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It started out so nice. He wined and dined her and brought her flowers when they had a date, so gladly she agreed to marry him. In fact, to be his wife she could not wait! But with the ring securely on her finger, he wasn’t the same man he used to be. The house he also made secure, and when he...

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DEGRADATION Degradation in life or character can never be allowed, but is to be followed ...

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Life revolts against the fundamental law of Nature for all things to inevitably degrade to maximum disorder, entropy with minimum free energy. Life builds structure and order against the trend and needs to capture and burn energy continually to maintain its form and existence against the ravages of entropy and decay. To survive living things must conserve themselves, transmit their seed to new generations and develop more...

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In the beginning was a great paradise perfectly created* by God for mankind wondrous gift to tend with grace He does suffice. Paradise indeed, yet now badly maligned as inhabitants caused her to be oppressed hurt by their negligence and folly entwined. With technology soaring to progress’ crest men’s exploits afflicted so much Mother Earth making her grieve in pain, not anymore...

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Try to imagine being owned; purchased and sold as property. Ravaged by dogs for amusement; and denied all your human rights. Before banning racial protests, try to imagine being owned. And the added degradation of rape and appalling beatings. It's hard to forgive slavery when you believe you're still enslaved. Try to imagine being owned; and your children sold at auction. Black-Lives-Matter marchers tend to be in your...

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Travelling forlorn in the desert of desolate life I wander dazed chasing your mystique mirage, enticed, I am seduced by your shifting delusion, my broken heart is strewn as debris on your trail. I don’t know where I am meant to belong, but try to find the oasis of your luring love, I end up turning to dry dust in the...

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Degradation of God essence Desires mirroring fear Stifling innate heart joy vibrance Lending ego an ear We’re love and light divine Yet choose to misalign With delusion entwine Soul contraction Degradation 10-September-2021 Quietus (First stanza is a quatrain with 8-6-8-6 syllable count in end rhyme abab + Followed by 6-6-6 syllable count tercet, end rhyme ccc + Concluded by an equal syllable count rhyming...

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