#decay poems on Hello Poetry

Nora Mar 2016

Syracuse

Industrial rust
dusted over and
hardened, tarnished
towers and the solitary
echo of the wind -
perhaps once there
was a presence to
this Plateau, if anything
it’s buried in the woods
of the cemetery with the
legacy. A dead tree in
a dying field, engulfed
by emptiness and a monument
to the past: but how much
longer will it last?

#city #decay #urban #newyork #cemetary #ny #upstate #syracuse #oakwood

Darren Edsel Wilson Feb 2016

Frostbitten...

I just need attention,
Love and its invention.
Sanity on the rocks,
I seize with supervision.
Ice cold to the touch,
Her ******* in my clutch,
I love it so much,
But I'm frostbitten it's such,
A beautiful thing.

An old Facebook post of mine.

#love #passion #preservation #beauty #thoughts #humanity #cold #warm #sanity #decay

LycanTheThrope Feb 2016

Decay

“Session three;
Subject has loss of appetite.
Two days since Subject’s last meal.
Loss of weight; 16.234 kilograms
and counting.”

It’s two till midnight.
“It’s three forty-three in the morning.”
That doesn’t matter to her.
“Why?”
She said it’s all wasted the same.

sinner
“Did she come again?”
In and out of silver.
“Explain.”
She got into my blood,
“How?”
With those cloudless eyes.
“Why?”
There weren’t enough.
“Of what?”
Rubies.
“Why do you need rubies?”
Count every time we’ve fallen.
“Why?”
She regrets it.
“Who regrets it?”
Tasting the wolf.

Hauntless
“Why aren’t you eating?”
I miss him.
“Who?”
It makes me sick.
“What?”
I’ve wasted.
“What did you waste?”
Please.

You found weakness.
“Do you know what’s happening?”
Yes;
Atlas gave me his burden.
“You cannot carry that.”
She lets me.
“Who?”
Lily-scathed and lapis shelled.
“What?”
She was so pretty.
“Who was?”
Lavender in the cosmos.
“Lavender?”
Yes!
Basking in folding chambers.
“I don’t understand.”
She was my west.
“What do you mean?”
I followed her into the sun.

Why didn’t he keep me?
“Who is ‘he’?”
My north star.
“The north star?”
That little bird with her owlet wings.
“What?”
Moons with comfort.
“Moons?”
No one wants to fall alone.

Spiteful
Don’t be afraid.
“I’m not.”
You are.
“I’m not.”
I like the way you smoke in here.
“I don’t smoke.”
Quiet your heart.
“What?”
You’re afraid.
“I’m not.”
Don't lie anymore.

“I-
-
I am.”

Smile soft.

“Assessment end;
Subject has gotten to me.”

de·cay
dəˈkā/
verb
verb: decay; past tense: decayed;

decline in quality, power, or vigor; to (of a physical quantity) undergo a gradual decrease.

#decay

Christopher Black Feb 2016

Nothingness Eternal

Here I lay in emotional waste
Left with null but sence to taste
All the decay inside this place
And fast enough I cannot haste..

A light illumination, mirage on the wall
My mind is playing tricks, and I cant fight them all
Out from under all, this turmoil I must crawl
For I have not the strength, to be victor of this brawl

You rain your words upon me, I am shelterless
The wounds you have caused me.. I will not forget
But whats this inside the darkness? Still yet drawing breath..
Its the only thing you left me
Eternal nothingness.

Thanks for all the decay.

#broken #pain #end #dead #eternal #decay #rotting #nothingness #epiphany #wilting

Chloe Chapman Feb 2016

Panic

Panic crept up to me,
Filling my mind with images of them pulling out my body,
Festered and decaying.
Images of slow starvation. Of disease and disintegrated skin.
My breath faltered,
I gasped for air but it got caught in my throat,
Hot and humid,
The cloying stench of mold.

I could feel my heart in my head,
Rushing through my ears,
Every beat ripping my chest open,
Like the pressure would burst my veins.
Reason fled.
Rationality ran.

The walls closed in on my mind,
The water rushed up and choked my hope,
Impenetrable dark, weighing on my shoulders,
Pulling me down. Suffocating me.
Filling my mouth,
My nose,
My mind.

The moss beneath my hands crawled up my skin,
Images of drowning in insects flew through my brain.
Crawling in to my mouth,
The sockets of my eyes.
I screamed.

I screamed and I screamed,
My voice broke and still I screamed,
Silent peals of anguish,
The sound rough and course, grating against my throat.
Ripping apart the silence.

Frantically I tried to scramble up the rough stones.
Shredding my fingers,
My hands were covered in blood and grime.
Panic faded into Pain.
Pain to numbness.
I retreated into my mind.

Once I got stuck in a well, about one meter across and five deep. thigh deep water and mold up the sides. I was sure I was going to die there. This is what I felt.

#fear #pain #panic #pressure #decay #claustrophobia #suffocate #mold #shredd

Sydney Ann Jan 2016

Add on another Chapter

Does it really matter?
Should I even bother documenting these days with poetry?
After all the love that was there drained away
and my heart began it's decay
Is anything I feel worth saying?

#love #why #meaning #decay

Maddy Van Buren Dec 2015

everything is Eden

colosseums crumbling
stained glass shattered
I knew these relics would not stay
as everything is Eden
everything is decay
marble will be dust
velvet curtains torn
in the tapestry we put our trust
Rome will mutter, "what more?"
sink the silver
we will follow
as grief is to grief
as palaces to gallows

#religion #death #grief #idol #decay #eden #ruins

jaz Dec 2015

Untitled

is there growth in decay?
all I've learned from pain
is how heavy it feels
to be so empty

I think I've hit rock bottom

#sad #depression #pain #sadness #blue #turmoil #decay #anguish

Poetic T Nov 2015

My Mortal Shell Erodes

I ride the sandpaper
                  Slide to hell.
My flesh slowly
                 Exfoliates upon the
Surroundings like snow.

I try to hold on
                      To the sides but
Ground glass meets
                        A thousand paper cuts
Meet my every reach.

                            Every thought I
Have burns eroding within,
                                   My mind decaying
Like tears I reach
                    The culmination of a
Slide to Damnation.

Flesh withers on my frame,
I am but a single thought
Regret
          Regret
                    Regret,
Is my punishment
           In this cage
Of my own doing.

                     I look into
The tattered remnant
                           Of my soul
           And only see snow
                                                Falling Into a
            Bleak pool of nothing.

#hell #thoughts #shell #decay #damnation #slide #papercuts #fallling