Degradation Poems

Degradation poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of degradation poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on degradation are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Society Today

Society Today short poem

What society are we living in so much of evil and hating for a female it has become an unsafe place no more respect so much disgrace do we need to lock ourselves up and not show our faces or

The Dropped Dry Leaves

The Dropped Dry Leaves short poem

A Teenage girl with lovely eyes Dragged from every corner of boys! First user free… Grown like a tree! The taste in dating continued The committed mistakes are mounted! The body has become decayed Heart beats counted the day! Log

Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Sans Freedom

Sans Freedom short poem

Love is almost over, Lust has taken over. Lust for more wealth, Lust for more pelf. Lust for name, And lust for fame. Lust for supremacy, Lust for delicacy. Lust for live flesh The last makes all captive Non-availability of

Faceless

Faceless short poem

We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind

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Sanguine Fervour

Sanguine Fervour prose poem

You’re welcome in! I’ve seen you…. In my dreams, as in life, echoing the velvet onyx abyss of your soulless heart, And sweetly enshrouded with the eternal stench of history’s charm. The doors, portcullis to my chamber, lay stark wide,

The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life prose poem

The journey if it begins Is a long one. Spanning into days and years. Would you be able to bear With me for so long? Would you be able to wake up To the steady degradation of me? Every day,

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Dark Panacea

Dark Panacea short poem

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like

Midnight Friendship

Midnight Friendship short poem

You called me at midnight the other day And told me you can’t sleep I yelled at you for waking me up Hung up the phone Went back to bed And this time I couldn’t. So I called you back

Endearing Love

Endearing Love short poem

When I gaze at her eyes A softness fills my heart When my lips touch hers A sense of wonderment We have kissed before Through many lifetimes Her hands in mine Exquisite, so femininely divine Her cheeks blushed rosily Her

Swinging….

Swinging.... short poem

I did not will them dreams of crystals a stupid calendar of flight from insomniac past. Do not want to return to future, hub of my clouds. History had been writhing and screaming. Present cannot redeem my woes. I ask

Remains

Remains short poem

The dying embers of our love burn a bright orange. In the distance, rain clouds announce their arrival. By morning, everything will be washed out. Maybe I’ll return to collect the ashes…

The Return

The Return short poem

Caught up in chores dreary beset with tedium mundane In a state devoid of passion caught in all trivialities inane Sapped of most evident ardor whilst trying to just sustain Endeavors notwithstanding but balance couldn’t maintain Removed from indulgences I

Cup Of Sorrow

Cup Of Sorrow short poem

A solitary moon rises, behind the seven veils. unattended by stars and clouds, between yes and no, desiring nothing. turns back through the centuries. The religion to kill, refuses to stare at the tainted fatality. lying sprawled on the burdened

A Little Thing Called ‘purpose’

A Little Thing Called purpose long poem

Sometimes souls are inspired Sometimes souls are broken Sometimes souls have goals Sometimes souls be laissez-faire Is there really a purpose for the existence of a soul? My soul contemplated. First there was nothing when the soul was personified in

School Life

School Life short poem

school life just like in a child’s dream like a bird to be taught to fly and live primary classes to higher classes step by step I learnt to live and understand life better than ever Terrific weightage of books

Dancing To The Tune

Dancing To The Tune short poem

Bow not your head to any on losing Bow your head to many on winning Whether it Rains or Shines See to it your Smile never wanes Whether you Live in a Hut or in a palace you need to

When You Kiss Me

When You Kiss Me short poem

When you kiss me you Set my heart on fire! You send me into frenzy, A frenzy of sweet burning Desire! When You Kiss Me I am Like putty in your hands It’s nothing short of ecstasy Sheer ecstasy and

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

“Tête-à-tête: Cupid and Fiend”

Tête à tête: Cupid and Fiend long poem

‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t

I Am Happy And I Know It

I Am Happy And I Know It short poem

I am happy and I know it This all seems to fit After I fell through sadness’ pit I had to be happy I had to be beaming And not screaming This is such a nice feeling Of excitement and

The shape of things that go and come

The shape of things that go and come prose poem

The shadows shake the window through trees in the night My memory of pictures flash in front of me in the white moon light I want to forget you but we both know it’s not a fair fight To you

Transition

Transition short poem

I was strolling along one sunny morn, Didn’t quite realise when she left me; I kept walking on, Not knowing she wasn’t following me. In this world she would be but a misfit, For she possessed the caprice of innocence;

The Light

The Light short poem

come and hold, my heart shouted but someone held my hand behind. words gushed out of my mind… let me go…i yelled.. but no mercy was shown rather was i held hard. i tried to escape, but all in vain.

Strutting Offbeat

Strutting Offbeat prose poem

It was just a passover which held it for long where evil enforce their rules. The peace was been dragged from their life , all what is getting displayed is those deepest remorseful cries. He started walking with his mellow

Untitled

Untitled long poem

I like Nothing – not in the sense of disliking Everything – but simply the concept; it’s peaceful, liberating. there is Nothing more rejuvenating than a day of Nothingness. no wandering of my mind to keep me awake, empty thoughts

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

Mom’s The Word

Moms The Word long poem

Mom’s the word…A BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE She was the eighth child out of the ten born to the high-profile session judge couple; She spent her childhood amidst her siblings in a traditional orthodox environment with an aristocrat touch in her lifestyle.

Hope

Hope short poem

Sore soul seeking for help, Thus before him, confess Bridges badly broken to carry on Oppressed mind through criticism Weaknesses to hinder positivity But, hope on Majority accounts no space for worthy Behind one’s back, they swear Fallen and rose

Invisible

Invisible ballad

You are my husband but you never see me unless you want something. With you I always seem to have very bad timing. I am bugging you. Why don’t you just say go away. Why don’t you just say I

Opening Night

Opening Night long poem

Tonight is the opening night Of my show in your podium And I play the protagonist! Characters are mean and clean I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards Move in the way of hearts or diamonds

Flight

Flight short poem

“I” wanted to fly, far far away from the darkness of light But I saw something swinging with me, when I got to take the flight It was my human self in blackish darker dress Looking into its bosom drinking

A Small Time

A Small Time prose poem

When I was a little boy, I used to run up to the end of the earthen road and run back homeward; in my hand an open-lipped astonished fig berry, a few apricot stones and some body-scars. At those days,

Don’t Tell Me What I Cannot Do

Don’t Tell Me What I Cannot Do short poem

I’ll do what I want to, just to show you even if it is to spite you, I’m not a child anymore in jr. high school, I know I might be too old to know better but I’m still too

A Lover’s Prayer

A Lover’s Prayer short poem

Paradise is greed and Hell is a fear, Oh God! I love just because you are dear, You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love, You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove I know

Ephemeral

Ephemeral short poem

Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing

Self-harm

Self harm prose poem

A cold, lifeless blade was pressed against chilly, tender flesh Slowly, she presses it down, feeling the pressure on her limb Then, there is a sudden relief as the crimson rivers and the inner trash Comes tumbling down, red raindrops

Love-permit

Love permit short poem

Oh My love let me submit Your innocent smile is love permit One by one, bit by bit I am just inclined to hit All those who come in the way This is how I make my day You are

Price Of Love

Price Of Love short poem

Wet with sweat, sweet and cool Innocent lass on way to school Making every one a fool Like a flower gem and jewel. When I saw I failed to see What price of a glance could be Completely lost in

Through The Doors Of A Running Train

Through The Doors Of A Running Train short poem

What is seen cannot be told, This beautiful moment cannot be put on hold, The beauty of silhouttes when the sun goes down, The moon soars up and the wolf in me starts to moan. The sky is studded with