Short Worsening Poems
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success
complete, fruitful
meeting, attaining, winning
triumphs, achiever, fiasco, nonstarter
worsening, defaulting, refusing
faulty, dismal
failure
Date created: 12/30/2021
The oldest patriarch in the close family
Wise, historic, brave and a quiet shroud of dominance
I grew, I matured, I aged
He shrunk, he slowed, he aged
Age and frailty grew: worsening health
He held my arm as we walked along
I was now the carer
He was the one being cared for
The order changed
The positions had swopped
The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
Some men on plenty feed,
Yet customers of greed,
The rash cankerworm breed,
Never there for your needs,
Worsening them like weeds...
I know a Shameless Steed,
Who'd never Gospels heed:
Pleased with Satan's own seed:
His best point: can minds read
Plus nice Jackets of Tweed
But paupers with Steed plead
And shake him not like reed.
splintered dreams
images faded and torn
with emotions worsening
with time
greatness questioned
as original intent swathed
by gossipy stares create
feelings of dismay
enter doubts of one’s
self-esteem causing
victim like symptoms
with no foreseeable end
to this long and
shadowed
catastrophe
pieces of la-la land
forever falling
You've felt this feeling?
You got what I got?
My body's been reeling
But I just can't stop
The need is worsening
I don't know what to do
My body is rebelling
And I'm starting to rue
The day I started this drug
My life's been cut short
My graves been dug
I'm sailing from this port
My end is near now
I'll say my goodbyes
It'll end soon now
Another casualty dies
Here comes Autumn's pallid pall-
It stealthily creeps; it silently crawls
Bringing the air of the Season's despair
(For Misery is Comfort, after all)
The changing of leaves, my Psyche aggrieved!
The Fall in all of its Depression
Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression...
* I suffer from "Seasonal Affective Disorder", hence the reason I wrote this
though I was born
as a cancer in a death bed
drifting apart
from the trinity
from dignity
it is the brain
which needs some chemicals
beyond boundaries
of the meaning of placebo
twelve divisions
of signs ignite
smouldering
inhaling
burn through skies
something is missing
to decrease the tension
in a negative light
to cure the insomnia
in an ecliptic sphere
and worsening mood
floats with philosophy
in the evening lounge
Winters' wandering within
wicked waves of worsening weather.
Wildly whipping winds
whistling through windchimes
tinkling tenderly.
Women wrapped in wreaths
of wool or, if rich,
cashmere coated against
the avalanche of chill
around corners marching,
counting with a
pink pedometer
to ensure a regimen
regardless of winters' waft.
Snow softly swirling
through the thermal drafts
not ready to land yet.
Not really stuck ...
yet.
Always running
Bringing pain
Can’t keep it inside
Don’t let it out
Everything hurts
Falling into darkness
Going nowhere
Hopelessly lost
Incapable of feeling
Joy or sorrow alike
Killing oneself
Losing all
Make it stop
Nothing can help
Other than death
Put me out of misery
Questioning everything
Returning to the past
So much heartbreak
Totally numb
Under a cloud
Violence inside
Worsening each day
X on yourself
Yelling in silence
Zoning out
Asked to assemble
Things that resemble,
Henry remembers
The Racy Embers:
Months of Baptismal Fires:
For man waiting with criers
Attitude – changing September
And attitude – worsening October,
Kennedy – snatching November
And Robbers – multiplying December:
Months for ruinous steps on Mamba
And Urine’s loss of its amber.
Urged to still assemble,
Things that resemble,
Henry remembers
His family members:
His wife whose every joke tires
And their kids, incurable liars.