Best Sculls Poems

I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord grass will have grown up through the planks
to marry splinters teeming on the pier,
putrescent pillars tilted by the banks;
a pallid...

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SAD Seasonally Affective Disorder

Some are prone to depression in winter when days get shorter when
less light enters the brain through the eyes and thoughts become darker

I am also affected and when news gets explosive when fighting grows
fiercer when smoke bombs and debris shadow the lands...

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The endgame 

And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind

No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted 
sorrow flowing down 
encrypted alleyways 
and Thanatos’ call 

Searching to imprint
coffin’s nails on seams 
of muddy icy prison
hammered chiselled avenues
creeping through...

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“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.” -Dorothy Parker
“Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone” -Dorothy Parker

Angels connecting
in real live
Thinking reflecting
and keeping us strive
'Say no to consensuality
that's your best quality
You've the audibility
so keep...

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They stood poised to rise like sons
A collective of kindred spirits to wars
From this squadron pose they chose
They rose to face their foes

Arise like thorns from bulbs arose
Thrust their blades into their souls
Of war cries and the songs of idols
Their fears worn like sculls on...

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The hearts of white men are silently fuming
The spirits of  angry widows steadily   grow bitter 
The bosoms of weeping mothers  open wide
While the relics of the past kept washing upon our shores.

Since I stepped off the Mayflower anticipated liberty
has painted a...

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You’re gone for days, and
you always show up most 
unexpectedly.

Like the mushrooms 
that weren't there 
the night before—
a ring of pallid sculls, 
sleepers pushing through 
the dark moist earth.

I always wonder: 
are you toxic or 
are you a delicacy... 

Oh how I wish I knew...

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Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight, 
When she developed firm transverse myelitis, 
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright, 
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis. 

Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham, 
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she...

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Jesus, I saw you hanging there alone
Like truth that needs neither props nor supports
Deserted by your studiously chosen apostles and
Disowned by Peter, James and his brother, the approved inner circle

Jesus, I saw you hanging on the cross
Like a slaughtered goat for public sale
Condemned by the...

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Before Laurence survived bone cancer, 
Chemotherapy and everything, he swam, 
Competed nationally and internationally, 
But afterwards rowing became his gram. 

He was born on August the 29th in 1991,
And comes from North Yorkshire, moors, 
He went to Hurworth House and Polam, 
Schools, he won triathlons...

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Complexity of human minds
Somber thoughts occupies slumbers
In the night the sound is deaf
Massless dreams useless thoughts.

In the day performed are dreams
Desolate, like deserts sand huddles
Heatrd to loss of purified waters
Heap upon heap smothering another.

Out of the deserts bones and sculls
Softly weeping, quench this thirst.

To late...

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Falling, falling like the rain above our heads,
Breaking, breaking into millions by awful threats.
Show me how we should stand tall
Even after the highest fall.

Reach above what you might think - 
Would safe us if bad happens after every blink.
Promise, promise the fight with gravity will...

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its a kilt and not a quilt we are free dangling souls

not out of kilter for we value balance and freedom

there is no hidden agenda as we battle opposition

with harmony and steadfast equilibrium let loose


left right left right we march on belligerent fields

careful not to...

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From stern to bow she’s strong, she’ll stand the storm, 
she’ll take it’s brutal pounding all night long,
and when the dawn comes shining thru, we’ll cast her sails,
and head her into December’s frigid wicked gail's,  
as the winds moans and wails, she’ll show us,...

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Yeterli Gelibolu Yeterli
                                       (Enough Gallipoli Enough)

Passchendaele and...

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