Short Decay Poems
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Here I am.
Everywhere we were.
Capillaries fill with her,
rotting roots beneath trees,
feeding truth in buried leaves.
Somewhere
When you decided to go
And, if you there still
Everyone,everything beginning to die
you too,
with they, to decay...
Urban street decay,
let’s get off at the wrong stop.
Subterfuge to muzz
is coercing you to ride.
What else could be left to say?
Golden skyline burns,
ambition dressed as virtue —
dead smiles sharpened thin.
Compassion becomes rumor;
even kindness costs too much.
I am all subject to decay
For I am but clay.
Subdued by death,
I return to the earth.
I am a conscript;
A divine script
On time's throne.
Form:
the falling leaves drift
gold, red dancing in the wind
ending in decay . . .
love to listen to the birds
and walk the forest fading
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Tarnish
slow surrender~
iron weeps orange tears.
The patient bite of time unkind.
Decay.
What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death
Trump Did Have Decay
Trump did have decay in each denture,
And so always awful was his adventure;
Emblems afix,
After he licks;
Cussed and each sentence did censure.
Jim Horn
Decay
Seems as
A process of
Dying..
Life appears
That way..
Persistently..
Yet decay is
Simultaneously
Life and death..
Suggesting
The absence
Of both...
Form:
A solitude unrivaled, unrestrained by the opaque art. Cyclic nexus to be revealed,
undermined through a scepter of voracity. Vivacious involute of a void iconic lapsing
waves of a subtle decay.
Shatter into my heart,
Decay into my mind,
And
Disappear into my lips and eyes.
As I smile and laugh my
“Ominous laugh”
And as I
Let my words, my tongue bring your senses
And world to oblivion.
The tiny house is tucked away
deep within the woods
The tiny house has lost its footing
and so a faded sign
is tacked to the tiny house's frame:
'DANGER'
I guess that's why
the tiny house
is painted red.
Crumbling colonnades, ivy laced,
fronting fractured windows, ghost faced,
where once a family was housed.
Warped in time like a web,
forgotten picture of the dead
who here used to love, laugh, and live.
March 5, 2022
I had to trade another jot,
I had to sell a tittle.
I had to cuz they told me that
I had to give a little.
I had to sit and wonder at
the setting of the sun,
what giving just a little costs
when all is said and done.
The hours fade away
Like old men at evening
Wearied of the day
As their lives drift by,
Like the slow /swift sailing
Of clouds in a margarine sky
And fall in flakes as the pendulums sway
To those man-imagined measures of decay.
life is but nothing
when health has gone to decay -
a passion for death
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September 1, 2013
Poetry/Senryu/decay
Copyright Protected, ID 09-502-880-01
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
I noticed a smell of soft decay
autumnal moment arrived.
Last rose on dying bush,
dandelion clock waiting to be blown.
Grey clouds the sun slipped away-
nature is silent, drier time of year.
Wood smoke rises from chimney
Summer no more.
Gaze upon the glorious decay.
Gaze upon the glow of pitch blackness.
Cut through the flames, Sword of Hades.
Grow tall and strong my flower,
O’ Blackened Sunflower.
Decay of flames, my Sunflower.
Inspired by my poem “The Black Sunflower” 3/5/2026
a stroll beneath this old stone bridge
is a stroll through time and mist
where remnants from another age
and graffiti coexist.
where nitreous oxide cannisters
and weeds and grass combine
to choke the past from the valley floor
of its long lost railway line.
MOMENTS 11 DECAY
A dream comes true
Not just for you
Only see true
Round these odd grounds
Lost can be found
On hollow grounds
Time owns all tricks
Burn your own wick
To forfeit tricks
Leon Enriquez
11 August 2018
Singapore
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Slip into night,
Rather than a flight,
Destiny,
Rests in me,
And the world around,
Is so very unsound,
I beseech,
The furthest reach,
To cradle me home,
Rather than roam,
The dark,
Hear a lark,
Sing,
I’ll bring,
The world a light,
It only seems right,
Among the decay,
I feel today.
Flowers fade, and leaves tumble, twirl ~
they fall fragile whirling, dancing, drifting.
Red, russet, glimmering gold,
death's decay beautiful, still, silent.
Wind whispers, birds trill, tweet,
branches broken, groan, moan mournful.
Cold crisp nights, days a warm welcome.
Listen to poem:
Touch is fleeting, never a foot hold.
Warmth succumbs to growing old's cold.
Value lies unfounded, hidden in treasure's chest.
For life's obsession is driven by mementos' quest.
Gold that glitters, when buried, fades decays to dust.
All structure and order is dismembered by entropy's thrust.
Say goodbye to May, Don't stay on the warm way, Bay sun emits warmer ray, Hot day makes grass as hay, And even clay becomes decay.