Short Decomposes Poems

Life, when it ends
reborn because at the edge of life,
we are reborn to another life...
Death was made of rebirth
of life... Biology decomposes
but the spirit continues......

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The Age of Man
Is but a brief, abbreviated span
Of seconds ticking in a moment’s course.
Infinity: the final source
Is like a charnel house, with cypress tree
And yew and myrtle, growing in the graves of Space,
Where decomposes Time’s own face....

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she filled a cup
with ambrosia
and handed it to her enemies
so they'd live forever.
she died the next day
with a smile on her face
watching their laughter die away
and their smiles slowly decay
as their guilt grows in a bouquet
of wilted roses
their sanity decomposes...

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October comes it brings the rain
gently tapping at my window pane
Avoiding its wet touch, indoors I hide
from my warm haven; I peer outside
Amid the gloom their lemon shades 
their vivid blooms as summer fades
as the garden slowly decomposes 
their still smiles my yellow roses....

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Dawn again,
novel day of the century...
I await your return
for over a millennium...
I squeeze the longing in my chest,
my intimate decomposes
the soul thinks
my heart drowns me...
food getting cold
your reheated steak...
I call your name,
despair resigned...
You don't come, neither
send message...
My insides turned...
I realize you don't feel desires,
and you're not hungry!...

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Harbours quick repugnance and self explosive memories
Anger heats up the heart, burning any string of positive emotions, but
Torture is not escapable by the body covering such an oven
Rage in quantum amount produced by aggression even in atomic sizes
Eagle’s eye fixed on the negativity and mistakes of the victim
Dead compassion then decomposes to emit biogases of evil...

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If red is your favourite colour,
Then let there be blood in the sky,
Bleed out would I,
Just to appease your preferences,
Plant one million roses,
As the lavender decomposes,
Just to indulge your eyes.

Ruby rivers cover silver streams,
I could not comprehend even in dreams,
What I would do for that scarlet shade,
Saturating my days, it is not afraid,
To discolour my vision,
‘Twas a lie of omission,
To make you my perfect rouge.
...

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Peripatetic movement impedes as I draw near to an atrocious condemned king
Probing him, in conceptualizing & equating potential 
Composure rapidly decomposes, investigating potential future
Ever so sickening to these eyes, sluggish gags massage my throat 
Am I to develop in any fashion of this creature? 
Recuperating composure and ingesting gags peripatetic movement finds its place in 
contemporary time
The words I articulate to such a fiend, “Hey dad, how’s it going?”...

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