Short Decays Poems
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Death body and soul are separated
Body decays
Soul meets Eternal God
Waits to reunite with its risen body, last day
5132013
Death body and soul are separated
Body decays
Soul meets Eternal God
Waits to reunite with its risen body, last day
5132013
The petal falls,
decays,
nutrition for
the next day's flower.
The circle of life
continues,
the same fate
lies in wait.
where he takes his dates
is undisturbed and concealed
by myriad pines.
left behind, their flesh decays
over time . . . into the sand
In death body and soul are separated
The body decays
While soul goes to meet Eternal God
Waits to be reunited with its risen body
On the last day
YOUCAT 154
love, where old soil
decays among elder trees--
like buds wanting to grow
seasons don't arrive
in lush wakes of affection
--a hardened clay in wintry life
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my old body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
we’ve observed
that when body ails
bliss yet diminishes not
presence in rapture sails
it is a strange paradox
even as form decays
smiling as we fall
our soul plays
Body decays at a slow pace,
which most notice not, in life’s race,
yet heart’s vibrance remains alive
and throb of love does always thrive,
since God holds us in close embrace.
Moon’s eyes keenly look and gaze
At the world shrouded in haze;
Reading the threat of decays.
It is now the right moment
Of earth to have the urgent
Need of solving her descent.
Woodpeckers etch names
Leave their marks on great big world
Wood decays away.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my ancient body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
Simple words,
Footprints
Lead me
Slowly home,
The autumn sun
Surrenders,
Hazy orange,
Stillness sets,
The hum decays
Into silence,
Precious thoughts
Fill the void.
I am yearning
For a change.
neither seeking
nor resisting
aspect unclinging
the current
carries us
form decays
values shift
thoughts recede
we vaporise
yet exist
shape shifting
we become
the mist
all pervading
God’s light
The Clouds where once my leaves of white decadence,
Now they are but gone, scattered by the wind.
As the sun ever withering, decays,
These heaven reaching trees, which stems from the crimson soil,
That is my heart.
i yearn to halt time
untill corruption decays-
yet it marches on.
still,by the roadside
watching the move,burdened down,
with rot and decay.
dirty stream flows on
pure water hugs the edges
as the proverb says.
we know
we’re bound
space-time
a cage
body
decays
our thoughts
spiral
desires
cause fears
let’s choose
stillness
silence
frees us
we are
presence
God is
within
we are
as He
wake up
hermit
The fly spits across my vision
cloud lost skies
a touchscreen world
erratic its journey
seeing the land in splintered
bond moments
jealous of its buttered kaleidoscope cousin
but enamoured by the torrid decays
of the left
My fate decays like dead moss on a tree.
Soft teardrops fall like leaves caught in a breeze.
My shadow still remains lost in debris,
as I reside in prison on my knees.
In darkness no light helps me find the key.
The
old man
dies a death,
youth arrives with
Spring-
with
a blaze
of passion
Summer takes a
Fall-
and
decays-
in Winter
darkness ages
all
Inspired by Archimboldo's Seasons paintings
http://www.abcgallery.com/A/arcimboldo/arcimboldo.html
How deadly this sweet drink of praise,
that sipped, decays the thing it lauds.
A sly deceiver, 'tis, oh yes,
this chronic craving for applause.
A first place prize, the kiss of death,
to art original and free.
But now is surely lost I fear,
in muddy mires of mimicry.
she stands beside the sea
a tear escapes, runs down her face
melancholy comes to embrace
the past won’t set her free
lost love decays without a trace
_______________________________
Contest: Writing Challenge 2 Lind68868
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placed 1st
©18th May 2019
Young love looses its flavor when left to its own devices
Half forgotten on a shelf it ripens, molds, and decays.
Sweet, sunlight dancing memories that pull tears from regretful eyes
Soon turn bitter—
Suave boys exchange tuxedos for clown noses
And earnest naivety is revealed.
Of Love
Love oozes, surges
cascades on opulence
rushing with emotive urge,
flows in elegance,
yet fades, becomes feeble, frail,
dries, decays, dies, gets extinct
completing life cycle.
07/29/19
'One Sentence Metaphor' Contest Jesse Rowe
Soul feels outrage, being confined
Mind-body prism decays
Senses guide what may be divined
Bondage till end of days
Cessation sets us free
When head and heart agree
In carefree, joyous spree
Body a cage
Soul feels outrage
12-December-2021
Quietus