Short Decrepit Poems
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My memories
My mourning and frustration
is persistent decrepit
just like naked misty sucidal path
that run through me.
diligent spider
rebuilding decrepit web ~
old silk consumption
Date written: 11/17/2022
Skeletons hanging
From an old, decrepit tree
A shady worn place
A scary place for people
For fear is running rampant
Russell Sivey
The urn of the past
On a decrepit mantle
Scintillating piece
Shines brightly in the moonlight
Telling of its demeanor
Russell Sivey
i ran toward the outbuildings
the windmill is still here
fence is decrepit as always
i can smell grandpa Ed in here
people attempt to lure me out with food
When I was a young man many years ago
Thought if I reached eighty I'd be decrepit and slow
Now that I'm here
Nothing to fear
Everything's working fine 'cept for my hero down below
When I was a young man many years ago
Thought if I ever reached eighty I'd be decrepit and slow
Now that I'm here
Nothing to fear
Everything's working fine 'cept for stuff down below
In my wildest dreams, never thought I'd be one
But I'm now a mall walker, my life's come undone
Mostly seventy or older
No kids on our shoulders
Decrepit but still cookin' before we succumb
In my wildest dreams, never thought I'd be one
But I'm now a mall walker, my life's come undone
Mostly eighty much bolder
No kids on my shoulders
Decrepit but still cookin' before I succumb
In my wildest dreams, never thought I'd be one
But I'm now a mall walker, my life's come undone
Mostly seventy or older
No kids on our shoulders
Decrepit but still cookin' before we succumb
© Jack Ellison 2015
I remembered being on a bus with my dad today
Passing an old decrepit man out jogging and I began to giggle
To which my father retorted laugh away
At least he is competing whereas you are merely commentating
Glued to the bench last out the trench
Only tempest and decrepit,
Blackened and lost souls.
Covet and seek,
For something much more.
Never sway, never cede.
The blessed seek nothing more.
The Blessed are those-who with faith.
Who with FAITH fill their soul!
Ricardo Ramirez Barba -2016
Form:
Fortunes spread an open tie.
He is bleeding.
His lungs will die.
His legs will give,
His face will fail.
His eyes,
Decrepit,
Once were real.
He'll lie at rest,
Drunk with a disturbed damnation
Blooming in his mouth.
Approachable,
For I too bloomed there.
The inner stench hangs in the air
permeating the entire room;
Straight funk is just too much to bear;
Residue swept up with a broom,
can’t hide decrepit with perfume;
What’s real and fantasy can’t switch;
Throw trash out or you may consume
a rotten idiot sandwich.
old
tattered, decrepit
replacing, discarding, abandoning
renewal, replacement, invention, novelty
inventing, constructing, building
current, fresh
new
Date created: 06/22/2021
The bat is never satisfied, his eyes
do pierce the longest gloom of Winter’s white.
His dark decrepit cape— a purple vine.
The brood of brows and lids release no light.
9/27/2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Original Name: THE BAT IS NEVER SATISFIED
The Veil
On decrepit pathways hobbling
Life soul and world a wash of grayscale
Dark wings in shadows sing
By design the spirit to impale
An artist’s palette of black and white
Bright hues in daylight pale
Adrift in oceans of ravens night
Accursed walk beyond the veil
Stephen Allen.
Isolated,insular, I
Forlorn,help,help my cry.
Desolate,deserted,decrepit
Almost ready to die
Isolated,insular, I
Tired and timid
Heart frozen and frigid
A sigh of me,mine & my
Isolated,insular,I
Looking in ,not out
Within and not about;
Help,help,help ..my cry
Isolated,insular,I
solutions unfound
archaic unchanged condemns~
d
e c r e p i t fetid
To have and to hold—
In: sickness and health
In: good times and awful terrible times
In: spite of a coworker
who challenges my very decrepit paradigm
with a new world
who sends lightning bolts down my spine
by touching me in passing
who changes my mind-life-soul forever
—Till death do us part
As thunder boomed and lightning flashed,
The rotting mansion seemed to speak;
The trembling pair, their eyes immense,
Began to shake with each new creak.
Decrepit timbers groaning then,
The pair agog, despite their boasts,
‘We have to stay and see it through.’
They couldn’t leave: they were its ghosts!
When born as old
then aging young
Youth before us
with laughter sung
Each day better
than one before
Sick or senile
the past absorbs
Born decrepit
our weakness shows
A mother’s milk
of hope to grow
As childhood waits
the future plays
Where years befriend
—each passing day
(Septa R5: January, 2024)
Dreary decrepit landscapes frost over the hills,
No land to salvage, no time to kill.
Close your eyes into a paradise that will never find you,
Sences leave you blind, As your soul will forever guide you.
Valid dreams no longer vivid, In this world so directed,
Time can no longer pass, but with you, I have existenced.
Changes occur
Nothing remains
Those who loved
Now hate
Those who cherished
Now despise
Seasons come
And seasons go
The passage of time
Destructs all
Loneliness sets in
No one is left untouched
All will suffer
Eventually
Promises are made
Some actually kept
In a world
As shallow and decrepit
As our own
No one is safe
You hold nothing in my decrepit heart
There is nothing there for you
I see nothing that’s free
I don’t know what you have inside your heart
As it has blackened from soot
And your hate has come out
Our pale lives have darkened beyond all hope
Our hearts have been torn apart
Now completely loveless
Russell Sivey