Short Disrepair Poems
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I will allow the people around me to keep caring.
I am willing to stop arguing.
And let these fights fall into disrepair.
An overgrown garden,
all stone arches & shadow
A place where disrepair becomes aesthetic
Through tangled vines,
a lone flower reaches for sunlight,
she is learning;
There's more than one way to blossom
Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair
Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair
(The New Room: September, 2025)
Houses and people
in disrepair...
Memories reduced to
the dust of despair...
Distorted reality...
Confirmed disbelief,
Subjective fall from grace...
Times of life, times of lace...
Hover about this gloomy place.
Near a silent riverbank
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
I'm left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair
(June 15, 2013)
To the ones who made us and suffered
our puberty and disdain and arrogance.
Here's a toast to those we can't love 'til
death does us part. They suffer our pain.
A toast to the liars who keep our lives
on old tracks in disrepair safe on lies.
I pray a bright star will shine in the air
O'er Washington to guide some wise men there
Bringing gifts of commonsense
And harmony to dispense
To a nation that is in disrepair
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The scars aren't pretty
but they are hers
she awakes in the morning
to the mirror
reflecting
a face of disrepair
the birds don’t sing
but a thousand voices in her head
scream
she bites her lip
and
as the sun rises
soft light reveals the tidy mess
But she isn't dark at all
the world is just too bright
Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
Hopes unsung and
left to question,
my imaginations emancipation.
An unsustainable fantasy,
no history,
no one left to please.
Trackless paths so overgrown,
now unknown,
a life over-owned
Beaten down,
forced to listen,
contradictions,
harsh conditions.
I'm breaking out of disrepair,
I'm getting there,
I nearly care
Not for me
of shattered faith
those words of unadulterated care
laid down in
happenstance
gone missing in
disrepair . . .
hollow
. . . lost on reckless screeching wind
cracking windows
blind
raving mad at
empty spaces
slithering
on the floor
jabbering
insane
A token flash from your azure eyes so fair
The snapshot did my ingratiated lids snare
Your sharpened stare did my focus pair
My singed cornea was left in state of disrepair
Your beaming irises cast a searing flare
My dilated pupils your steam did not spare
Reflecting lenses as mirrors cast lurid glare
My glowing retina could not the intense flame bear
He looked around, in Past he found
Pieces of shattered dreams
A mosaic there everywhere
Bleeding tears between the seams
A Lifetime lost in horrific cost
Of Disappointment's blows
A story there in disrepair
Is where his mem'ry goes.
At long last within that past
A mind-finger probes the view:
Decisions made had betrayed
The dreams he had want to do.
Discovery is not the end
Yet to begin
A journey of the lost loves
And new ties
Grievances to those once new
Only to find the glue
That binds in time of disrepair
Or drives to harmonize our thoughts
Must not be a tale of confusion
But to build out of purpose
Keeping ones mouth isolated
To stay the course
Therefore each day brings a new discovery
Not the end
Form:
6 weeks are here to enjoy,
Whilst summer rays glisten in our skies.
Sleeping under the stars at night,
Or staying up late in the moonlight.
The holidays bring fun and fear,
For those beyond the realms of school.
Envelopes opened, joys shared,
Or hearts left in disrepair.
The summer days won't last for long,
The clock is ticking fast.
Autumn bells are ringing soon,
The back, stuck in your class.
Form:
I tend to wonder how long I’ve been here
Stuck below in the darkness, still I lay
I hear your footsteps above, with no ear
It seems I am in a state of decay
Not doing much else, but rotting away
Thinking of you, in your skin and your hair
What it must be like, to be back up there
Flesh holding in your muscle and sinew
I remain in a state of disrepair
Glad it was me, when it could have been you
Feb 14, 2022
Today my spirit sags.
I am lost in disrepair.
This melancholy mood hangs thick,
I taste it in the air.
All hopes I had seem lost and gone,
No future left for me.
My false demise is imminent-
Mere mediocrity.
My potential proved betrayer.
These talents were for naught.
All dreams I once possessed,
Are now but distant thought.
And yet tomorrow rises,
A new day clear and bright,
In which I hope to find my voice.
And so persists my fight.
Form:
On the Side
Authored by Chuck Keys
On the side of the road it lay,
broken, forgotten and sorrowful sad.
I passed it by, laughing with my friends,
with nary a thought.
But later,
I remembered it; why?
Who belonged to it;
and do they know of its disrepair?
Dust and debris covered some of it
but not all.
Emotionless it lay. No joy nor pain,
only the moment.
There was no life about it;
maybe there never was.
searching ever searching,
4 the other half of me,
twin soul to make me whole ,
serender-dipity
ah yes complete and ever sweet,
the lovers game of passion,
the world can fall into disrepair, delete,
as long as i get my ration,
never stop looking, 4 the one,
the sweetness of the song,
like our ol Butcher bird has sung,
a melody just so strong,
his voice is a sweet delight,
tuxedo is his fashion,
in colors black n white,
solitude seeking passion...
Don Johnson
Mossy vines camouflage decaying headstone
Thus hidden and fallen into disrepair
Foliage ever swallow so it cowers
Deeply weatherworn lettering embraced there
Threads of piercing light filtering through windblown
Limbs surrounded by trees, ferns, and wildflowers
Strewn mounds of decomposed fallen trees below
Cool nature's spirit aspirating showers
9/28/2020
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