Bone Poems - Poems about Bone

.... brrrr to bone thuh may'z wet purty gray spring roll'n 'long pennsyltucky's appalacia's 'twixt eve's mine limbz......Read the rest...

...I suppose the blows from your dark fist gets softer with time spent running for my life I mean your face seems to fade a little bit more when I’m sitting in mass or singing in the choir......Read the rest...

...This is the edge of America This is the edge of America The land of the free Home of the brave The Republic of Tyrannies White hoods and black fist Cities in flame Agent Orange burns Televi......Read the rest...

.... that's the skull and well one bone me lady never yer mind wench over th......Read the rest...

... The alpha canine stood under the tree Such doggy wisdom does not come for free “If you bury your bone please remember the zone Now form an orderly queue while I pee” ......Read the rest...

... I stood … on a mountain not nearly the highest but the air was clean … seraphic cold, but not bone-chilling keen, that it restore the marrow and course the blood more acutely it sharpened ......Read the rest...

...A poet’s journey as goes on A winding wobbly road That hath many ups and downs known, To me it scarce sounds odd Were he to see dusk with the dawn, And pens a Palinode. Comes old age and co......Read the rest...

...Our minds are the initial storage for information gathered by our dear senses. Yes, that's already given. But have we ever wondered how it says longer than we expected? Like how can it repeat cert......Read the rest...

...In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery, We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches. As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles,......Read the rest...

...In those days we had to make do and mend. Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children to cut and paste and learn creative art. Rinsed food cans collected......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

...In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls, Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears The other, a vicious shadow......Read the rest...

...I wake up at the break of dawn. the sun light fills my room I look out at the wonderous view and its glow that feels so warm. and then I remember we used to share this wonderous time of day ......Read the rest...

... You're a cannibal, baby, consuming pieces of my heart, chewing on my frailty, and tearing me apart, You're a scavenger, baby, overhead with your eyes honed, peeling layers of my flesh......Read the rest...