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 of ancesters
but not one child for me
i am the skeleton tree
the end of my fathers name
and so called legacy
yet i sing a song
like there is nothing wrong
and being last doesn't matter
and yet i've writen a verse
that many will rehurse
when one day my poetry matters
and when i die
who knows who will cry
i'll just be dead and gone
but the skeleton tree
that once was me
will live on in eternity
the skeleton tree
that one could read
and ponder possibilities
a skeleton tree
that one could recite
tell the difference between wrong and right
a skeleton tree
with branches and no leaves
yet and still the best of me
a skeleton tree
in this world i leave
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 call
bones of long lost hope on the ground
amid sands of uncountable empty years
she picked up the skull bleached white
all that remained of an old mossy steer
wondering if that would be her destiny
to wander until life's hourglass ran dry
becoming a forgotten, lost skeleton
eroded by day
and
ignored
by
night's
sky
Morning fog was parting for the day's performance,
and an audience of just me sat cross legged,
waiting for ghosts.
They appeared slowly, one by one.
Old whalers, freighters and, fifty yards out,
slate grey bones scarred with burnt sienna,
a young trawler.
A Cormorant dried its wings on the wheelhouse,
primary feathers spread, glistening ebony,
tattered like a tramp's raincoat.
The surf whispered warnings.
February 4th 2016
For contest 'The Sea shore' sponsor- Craig Cornish
Cracking lifeless limbs.
Casting creepy dark shadows.
Illumined by moon
The skeleton
On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones
Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!
The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
SKELETON
Never to see each other again
4-1-10
Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy
Got really great news, pay attention, it's juicy
Seems to lose weight
All you need do is wait
Eventually you'll be skeleton thin, quite spooky
Skeleton in my Closet
I had many sleepless nights
And walked a painful path
Sorrow, heartache and pain
I remembered from my past
I've done many things
I know wasn't right
And the skeletons in my closet
Came back to hunt my life
In my strongest hour, I
Found myself to be weak
And I shared all night passion
With strangers in the street
I thought they would love me
When I gave them my all
I didn't resist temptation, I
Answered many calls
I somehow fell in love
And met a wonderful man
If he found out about the
Skeleton in my closet
He wouldn't understand
My past is now the present
That has surface to the light
The place that kept my secrets
Is now what hunts my life
I bear the truth in my heart
Silent as a Lamb
When he finds out
The truth, will he
Know the type of
Woman that I am
The skeletons in my closet
I kept them locked away
To ashamed to speak of them
Until this very day
If I tell him the truth
His love I will lose
I feel like I am trapped
I feel like a fool
If I had the power to go
Back and change my life
I would have no pain
And no more sleepless nights
I would have no secrets
For no one to understand
Only joy and peace, somewhere
Happy with my man!
TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH
YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME
TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH
“Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!"
Sign in Paris Catacombs
SKELETON OF PARIS
i dared each dank step
into the catacombs of Paris
thank the Lord
each step was not
creaking bone
i’d descend, of course
my choice, my feet
move into the nether
the deep dark secret tomb
a heavy door
surreality adorned
below the stinking streets
the foul history
of death
dredged up
from six feet deep
dusted and cleansed
the mandibles,
joints, heartless
bones
the boneyard quarry
accentuated death
having a new spin
on “putting our heads together,”
a collaboration of dust
the bleak hallway, I dare
not touch, i cross myself
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
attempting to stay in the center
of the narrow way
O the clink and clank
the synergy
that will fuse these bodies together
at the end of time
who will be the first to awaken?
will he or she faint away
as they discover
their dissected bones?
The artful remains of Robespierre, Lavoisier,
Danton - the dearly beheaded come to life,
guests of downtown…way downtown Paris.
Upwards of seven million squeezed together.
The leap of disease…the health crisis relieved.
1/13/2022
h e a r this h e a r t …
as hurt hangs low
with cursed fidelity
of fame-lit fakeness,
attached to expectations ~
as wraith-leaves coil
around my neck,
under the veil
of mockingbirds,
wearing a cape of blames
and futile boldness,
caught up in
the hypocritic hisses,
where life is tangled
in a sprawling spool
of moon-moths ~
dwindling in
dreamless desires
where materialistic
monks lilt away
in fatal laughs,
and your crimes
remain lethal,
mummified like a
feather-dressed devil,
taming the loyalty
that laments
without the lustre
of Lucifer
in calcified flames …
lifeless … I lurk ~
in the estuary
of dyslexic dialects
running across
those spinal clusters ~
stemming aimlessly,
from the
kryptonite backbone
of kohl-kissed sky,
these headless
accusations
cannot kill me
with the haunt
of telepathic terror,
because, I am
massacred till the
apocalypse of ashes,
pressed between
barbaric petals
of sunset sapiens
and sea-smiths,
one amongst the
awakened dead ,
feasted upon
and forgotten ~
by those
opportunistic
omen-keepers
roaring in the
carcasses of
vivacious vultures …
some skeletons
do not weep
waning fossils ~
within fondescent tombs,
rather, they
metamorphose
into a twilight-
tipped tree ,
bearing the burden
of unblossomed
spirits who refuse
to let go ~
of their delusional
weightlessness,
as they remain
a shackled souvenir
of satanic inflictions,
that the reaper
could not obliviate.
so, you cannot
set me aflame
with aries eyes,
for, there … uprooted,
I am the Madonna ,
the skull of a
hopeless sorceress
left abandoned ,
as an obsidian oasis
of the femme fatale,
shipwrecked
in your deserted heart …
for, this horizon is nothing,
but a vessel of venom,
a framework
made of bones
and stardust frost ~
where poets perish
pulse by pulse ,
and souls lurk
in osteoporotic caves,
like ticking grenades
in the monet of time …
" but I wish,
if only my satanic tears
could be touched by painless paint ~
unafraid to the horror ,
of the artist's frozen eternity … "
*** Inspired by the artwork ~ Ghosts on a Tree, by Franz Sedlacek, 1933.
I cant carry your bones and my own
But I will because it hurts more to be alone
What you think of me is my view of myself
You design my skeleton not me or anyone else
Now that I no longer carry your bones
I hate myself wherever I go
When I look in the mirror I am haunted by my own skeleton
Disgusted by the bones you depicted that I am forced to live in
You discarded all the parts of my skeleton worth keeping
Now I understand my well being was not what you were seeking
I am now living with a crafted skeleton and chiseled bones
And your words will never leave me alone
Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist,
Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking
Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors,
Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence.
Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing
Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient
Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined.
Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own,
A vile living entity, with its own consciousness.
Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim,
Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world
Of men.
A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties,
And relishing in our agonies pain.
But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to
Leave things well enough a lone.
We must know what lies beyond that forbidden
Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass.
In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal
Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein,
If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs,
At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness.
Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst
Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the
Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men.
You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return.
Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within
The darkness.
If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts
Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat
Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss,
Mocking at humanity's ignorance.
Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next
User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along
Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson
Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
No leafy clothing -
Simplicity not foiled by
A cushion of sky.
Written on July 5, 2012
Gail DeBole
Skeleton Tree Haiku Contest
knobby tentacles
begging an angerly sky
dead by lightning bolt
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 5, 2012
Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton
Closets ablaze, melt my past reality. Lets push the
boundaries to what is real and not rel for this clan
you see.
Let's get over all that doesn't last cause the present moment
has come and gone. No more skeletons shout to death all that's
been never dying and leaves many lliving shamed.
And I want skeletons no more in that big, tall amoire with a skeleton
head on the shelf. My mind lives in its head no more. We're no longer
haunted as extermination of our past memories blew up in smoke.
Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton
Melt my past reality. Lets push the boundaries on what's real and not
real for this clan you see. There are no longer scary hellos from our past
or do not enters that do not last.
By Susan Mills
~His Promise~
(Skeleton Key)
Christ
Came **And
Rose
And now
He sits with
God His Father
And one day He'll return
Need to be prepared all the time
Because no one knows the day or the hour
But He promised that He'll return
And God will never lie
Cause He's perfect.
He tells truth
I just
Accept
It want
Also
Believe
It.That's
The way
I feel
My faith
On Him
Can't be
Shaken.
It is
too strong.
My hope
always
Rest in
God's hands.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.23.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life."
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's notes:
The "Skeleton Key" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on September.17.2010.