Decay Poems
In the Dark
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Decline of Poetry
Freedom from rhyme, to hell with the beat,
Forgetting the meaning, the soul's in deceit.
Deceived by the crowd, now a slave to it all,
The Lyre abandoned, few poets stand tall.
A world of hack writers — fools' joy, they will thrive.
"What’s Sense for sheeps?" — to serve Vile and contrive.
And for distraction, petty verse is the deal.
A world in decay, where Reason grows still.
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hand basket
by Sam Joyce
dusk's got popcorn lung
and dawn's nicked a disposable,
the trees have boarded up their branches,
the treehouse cleaners got sent south,
the coast's out in a month,
the crabs hold kelp and keyboards all the way home,
lightning doesn't strike like it used to,
thunder takes a day for delivery,
dolphins are gone,
pop culture has fled the petri on a slow boat,
......
The Surplus Value of the Soul
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Surplus Value of the Soul
Once created, this will break
Evil’s law—its harsh mandate.
For by default, it guides the blind
To a savage hell-bound mind.
Mind beneath the Soul? No way—
Lies and chains won’t work that way.
Such a trade defies decree,
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Ruined state
by Luke Dunskey
A black sky.
A marble ceiling.
The crumbling cement cracks with the wind.
An old dog, with gentle grey
under its chin, sleeps on an
overgrown sidewalk.
A half-finished microwave meal, under
a broken chandelier.
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Waste
by Johnathon B
I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...
A World Where the Herd Prevails
by Igor Vykhovanets
Trusting lies,
Dreaming bread,
Kills the soul
In Hell’s dread.
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The Surplus Value of the Soul
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Surplus Value of the Soul
Once created, this will break
Evil’s law—its harsh mandate.
For by default, it guides the blind
To a savage hell-bound mind.
Mind beneath the Soul? No way—
Lies and chains won’t work that way.
Such a trade defies decree,
......
In the Dark
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Decline of Poetry
Freedom from rhyme, to hell with the beat,
Forgetting the meaning, the soul's in deceit.
Deceived by the crowd, now a slave to it all,
The Lyre abandoned, few poets stand tall.
A world of hack writers — fools' joy, they will thrive.
"What’s Sense for sheeps?" — to serve Vile and contrive.
And for distraction, petty verse is the deal.
A world in decay, where Reason grows still.
......
Waste
by Johnathon B
I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...
hand basket
by Sam Joyce
dusk's got popcorn lung
and dawn's nicked a disposable,
the trees have boarded up their branches,
the treehouse cleaners got sent south,
the coast's out in a month,
the crabs hold kelp and keyboards all the way home,
lightning doesn't strike like it used to,
thunder takes a day for delivery,
dolphins are gone,
pop culture has fled the petri on a slow boat,
......
