Bones Poems - Poems about Bones

...Our Daily Bread Flour, yeast,and milk,a bit of butter too, and giving it a little time to rise, into a loaf, it grew.. From this mass of sticky flour will come warm, pillow soft bread. ......Read the rest...

...Traversing this realm of consciousness, where the sun is a stranger, Some stuff their ears with gales of light, fleeing from themselves, But there are souls whose song thrives under the moon, scorn......Read the rest...

...The widow's eyelids of the house gradually close, Over the empty rooms, where love once wove the velvet of longing. My wife has dissolved into the echo of days, my daughter - a fleeting thought, B......Read the rest...

...In the crucible of time, where the iron of human will is melted, Lords of armies forge their crowns from flames that build mirages. They invoke the spirit of the earth, but their thoughts leap over......Read the rest...

...I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes, And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite. I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill, Holder of......Read the rest...

... “The External World of the Internal” when the Internal finally woke up, it was like all the words in that book, flew at It like flaming arrows, an external bar......Read the rest...

...Rainbow alliance On a barbed wire fence between Chile and Argentine hangs thousands of plastic bags, some of the bags from top shops London, New York, Paris, and Bonn. Here are Japanese, Swed......Read the rest...

...In the zodiac of poets with furrowed brows, born from the shadow of the world devouring the moment, I am tired of narrow verses, of word sculptures without soul and echo. Poems that whisper, halt -......Read the rest...

...A hand hangs down like a bunch of keys, Like a tassel on a curtain tie, Or a hand of bananas on a tree. Fingers touch and pry, Feel and prod, Point and scratch; And hands can open, shut them,......Read the rest...

...In the shadowed alcove of memory, Where forgotten dreams curl like smoke, I wander, a spectral seeker, Tracing the edges of existence. The moon, a pale witness, Hangs low, its silver gaze unyieldi......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

... They stroll through the garden of time with lots of synergy combined; hearts merges in one and passion walking hand in hand; summer burst through the trees and the temperature rage in the sea at a ......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...

...Day One The bomb when it fell sent the planet to hell With unrestrained retaliation The damage was done and the end had begun With no hope of human salvation I woke with a scream fr......Read the rest...

... The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life bu......Read the rest...