Best Skeleton Poems

i am the skeleton tree
bare branches where leaves
are suppose to be
i am the skeleton tree
bare bones and no flesh
not another me
i am the skeleton tree
thousands...

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 the dream painted itself sad ashen grey
a parched desert where rain never falls
this dark metaphor in her barren heart
loneliness whispering of love yet to...

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LIFE IN ETERNITY*


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The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent...

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Silence Felled

Lurking in dark corners
The swamp stirs in the night
As the deceiver rises
Begging to share his illusions might

Only behind the veil
Does he let his murky...

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Witching hour is upon us 
Dusky clouds, falling, swirling
Obscuring the crescent moon
Skeleton fingered branches
Beckoning me in the wind 
As I creep past the grave stones
To...

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Dark hour of morning green and jealous sun.
Flag’s red, white, and blue leans over the porch.

Oak branches, bored, and skeleton but wood.
The leaves too still,...

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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal...

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I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
 
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are...

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Start at the start
ask your questions
Although I’m no priest 
I will hear your confession
Divulge your sins
no judgement or correction
Within my skeleton closet
I have my own...

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The Haunted House

Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight, 
lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park.
Off...

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Skeletons of Lace

Autumn’s leaves decorate lanes with discarded artistry –
 A bright collage in maple, oak and poplar hues;
Too soon the colors fade like early...

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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the...

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The routine ride home from a neighboring town, seemed different today.  
As I glanced at the dirty, sandy spot left on the usually spotless...

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I believe in lots of things I can't see 
My dreams are like a ship's consciousness 
drowned in the ocean 
I want to live for...

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The drip is connected to my right arm
It works, as they say, just like a charm
I'm delirious with joy, must be morphine
Here comes the best...

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