Decay Poems
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...
The Odd Year
by Nuzhat Nahrin
The pain that I hide in my eyes
You will never see from a thousand miles
Days and nights pass me by
Everywhere I look I see you,
I wish I was blind.
Thoughts of romance haunts me
Black is the only colour I wear
Broken, shattered, tormented consciousness
Don't need the sun anymore darkness is what I crave now.
Take me back to the gloomy misty weather maybe that's my true habitat
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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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A World Where the Herd Prevails
by Igor Vykhovanets
Trusting lies,
Dreaming bread,
Kills the soul
In Hell’s dread.
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Cycle of Life: A Journey Through Growth and Decay
by Filip Hammarström
Sunrise, the beginning of day, awakening of life
Bringing new light, creating a story
With that which can’t be bought
But only with cherish, tender and humble
The dispersal of seeds, a migration of life
Ever reaching, wanting growth
Like birds roaming the skies, longing, searching
The young forever seeking, hoping, wishing
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The Great Warrior
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Great Warrior
An anecdote.
Once upon a time there were three little pigs Nif-Nif, Naf-Naf and Nuf-Nuf. But there was also a fourth one. He did not hide from the wolf, did not build houses, but walked through the forest and sent everyone to fuck off . And his name was Nah-Nah.
A joke, they say: three pigs once played —
Nif-Nif, Naf-Naf, all bricks and hay.
But there was one who didn’t run,
Built no damn house, just cursed for fun.
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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,
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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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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...
