34 result(s) for Decay Poems.
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Whispers of Green
In the hush of twilight's glow,
Forgotten stones lie low and slow,
Once proud and bold, they now embrace,
The tender moss, a gentle lace.
Time drips like ink from frayed old quills,
Where names are hushed beneath the hills;
Soft fingers trace the etched-out past,
As nature's cloak wraps tight and fast.
With emerald arms they weave and twine,
A shroud of green, a soft divine,
Each pebble whispers tales untold,
In verdant hues, in silence bold.
What once was lost to shadow's hand,
Now flourishes, in softest land;
Decay unveils a secret grace,
In mossy dreams, we find our place.
Silent Echoes
Faded photographs, whispers of time,
Captured moments, in sepia prime.
Silent tales of laughter and tears,
Ghosts of the past linger through years.
Edges fray like memories grown thin,
Grains of a life where shadows begin.
Each smile a scent in the air long gone,
Yet still they dance in the dusk of dawn.
Eyes that glitter, now dimmed by the dust,
Stories entwined with beauty and rust.
As they decay into history’s scroll,
They bind us together, they whisper our soul.
Whispers of Autumn
A leaf crumbles underfoot,
Its brittle edges sigh,
Whispers of the summer's heat,
As memories drift and fly.
Each crackle sings of laughter's past,
Of sunlit days now lost,
Yet in the dance of fading light,
Reflects the joy, the cost.
With every step, a story told,
Beneath this scattered lore,
The gentle grip of changing time,
Soft echoes at the core.
So let the leaves fall where they may,
On paths where shadows play,
For in decay, a beauty lies—
A fleeting, golden sway.
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Unearthed Secrets
In the hush of summer’s fading grace,
Rivers, once boisterous, slow their pace.
Whispers of water recede and bend,
Revealing stones where the currents end.
Granite and quartz in sunlit bloom,
Tell ancient tales of forgotten gloom.
Time’s patient touch has drawn them bare,
Secrets of depth laid open to air.
Each pebble a story of years long past,
Echoing laughter, a spell that won’t last.
In the silence, the stones softly sigh,
As rivers retreat and the shadows lie.
