Descent Poems - Poems about Descent

33 Reasons

I have 33 reasons
      Why I won’t go home.
   I am a loyalist
                    Tortured by iniquity
          Captive of antiquity
But the

From Descent to Ascent

R-ising
U-p
B-rings
I-n
L-ife's
E-fforts,
N-ever
E-vading

H-igh
E-levation's
R-emarkable
R-isk,
E-ven
R-elentless
A-ttacks

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rubilene Herrera)

60 minutes of descent

Snowflakes gently drift
through a brooding sky-

snowmen and puddles.

The Descent

A high is a high, a sin is a sin, no scale to weigh the wrong within. Some cut deeper, some leave scars, but none stand greater among the stars.
Don't make my demons about your pain, my
battles fought aren't yours to claim. I don't wake up with hurt on my mind, just chasing peace I

The Descent of the Holy Spirit

The risen Christ appeared to them and told them all to wait
For the promise they had heard Him speak
The coming of the Advocate, the Spirit strong and great
To strengthen them, lifting up the weak.

They waited all together just as the Lord had said,
And suddenly they heard a mighty wind.
The Spirit came like tongues of flame,

descent of grace

God’s disc of bliss
descends through the crown
half measures will not do
so we choose to drown

Descent into Darkness

Oh, God, I cry, help me in this fight,
My heart is weary beneath the fading light.
A hollow echo where my spirit once soared,
As time, relentless, continues to bore.

I’m not made of evil; I promise it’s true,
Yet shadows surround me in shades of deep blue.
Each tick of the clock drains my hope down the seam,
In this

Descent of grace

A disc of healing light above our head,
descends into form, guided by God’s grace,
moving steadily, by His power led,
transforming without leaving any trace,
a mild after-burn, proof of love’s embrace.
Something’s happened yet what’s there to report,
for we’re yet to comprehend it’s import.

The Descent

Drowsy vertigo thoughts losing their substance 
in the spirals of deafening maelstrom black waters,
my letters—my ruins—my Sodom 
becoming the cries that 
never reach bottom—

          —never reach bottom—

                   

Descent Into Hades

To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey

The Descent

I took up the call
The command was made
Placed the receiver down
Hardened my resolve
Steadying my shivering nerves
I picked up the gun
Shot at the innocent man
He fell with a thud
Blood spurted from his chest
With my descent into Hell
I fell from Grace 
My gut swiftly swirled
Downwards the twilight zone
A throne of skin and bone spoke
"Thine sin you must

Descent into Darkness

Obscurities of one's fractured mind
Patterns of destructive, haunting thoughts
The ones that shatter all sanity
And contaminate one's mortal soul

I suppose it is time, finally
I so desperately needed them free
The demons that devour me
Heretofore rulers of my being

I once restrained and did keep
Them locked beyond mortal certainty, but
The hallowed purity I cherished
Had found its purpose in their

Descent

A cigarette 
A dog-eared, tattered book
Worn as me 
And the tired clock 
  Tick 
      Tick 
          Tick 
Time unyielding 

The hand on my shoulder 
Recognition 
Comfort 
My old friend 
And I’m dragged home 

My sadistic lover 
A brief war

Descent And Ascent

It’s been a while when I felt frozen on the ground
Hotchpotches of skills around, I touched them one by one
With overwhelming joy, l took them in one luggage
I hauled and under a stagnant lake, my inertia has engaged.

When a spark of discernment meddled right on time
I focused on one…so light, I float and I climb
I

Descent and Ascent

On an as is where is basis, we fell—
down the elevator shaft of the day,
into the buzz of a fluorescent hum, the smell
of reheated takeout in cracked Styrofoam trays.

The descent began when the train doors jammed,
and I was stuck staring at my own reflection—
the stale grime of the carriage, the paper ads,
my face mirrored against

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