Bones Poems - Poems about Bones

It was a somber afternoon in New Haven, Where silence echoed louder than sound. The towers of Yale loomed like sentinels— We, the chosen, gathered without a word. Not boys. Not even men. But vessels of an ancient pact. Born with the signet of the old world Marked not by blood, but by frequency. To Lake Whitney we marched at 13:13, Numbers sacred, aligned...

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In vanity, we inquire into the empty heavens  And witness only birds hunting In vanity, we dive into the sea and the earth  And discover just bones rotting In vanity, we read the writings of the learned And find their footsteps decaying Within you, behind all the clothing of words Look, and behold the eternal tree of knowledge Whose fruits are mankind's untainted ideas  And...

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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The white shades pulled to half mast, like sleepy eyes… Peeking Rain from the gutters rushing fast, Seems to be… Weeping Doors locked, none shall pass, All your secrets… Keeping A revelation at last, buried bones that were… Sleeping A light flickers on, a gasp, Starts your heart… Beating The souls you've amassed, ghosts through rooms… Creeping ...

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In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become A parchment of your essence, engraved in eternal silence, To blossom into birds and bees that rise towards the light, To forget decency in the magic of oblivion, to be an eternal story. I watch you stand, a worshipped goddess, beautiful in splendor, A temple of light and mystery, a...

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haiku : bones calcium dance shape between stars of wisdom high showering marrow hiku ——— cal =Ci Um= d a ...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi" I was the backbone of your dream— ribs shaped into beams, my blood seeping slow, cementing your tower’s base. You promised a sky of stars, a rise beyond all shadows— but I was just a ghost etched in your blueprint, a whisper beneath your tower. We built forever on lies, stacking stones on my shoulders— I was your ground, your silent sacrifice, the...

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Physicists may say, 'Random is not truly random, it only appears to be,' but another theory goes, (according to me) 'Not so when playing games of chance,' (and I have done the sums) for this experiment logic states, 'The odds in favour are 5 to 1.' As I spy with my little eye, seeing spots and counting dots on a regular die, (these don't go to 11) the...

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Naked are the bones so hallow crowned around my soul Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn I'll mend me back to whole Though broken I'll remain to pave the path that is my sound My roots undone thine will be one hallowed by thy ground Victory unspoken I'm forever bound to never Bones bare and shown yet never known My chaos is forever...

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A few articulate with humor and grief, others are hinged so that ears can hear each other. Many bones are scaffolds for vision, prayer and procreation. One hollow bone hums in the throat, it channels the smoky saxophones of consciousness. When death comes to nibble holes into breastplates and ramparts an osseous honeycomb of memory forms caves, cavities for disembodied thoughts. Mind, of course, has always had its own...

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I wish I worked in an office. Maybe I’m a pile of bones. No one knows where the bones came from. He told me to give him the note at the cave entrance. There might be nothing. Or maybe I’ll get trapped forever. Like a spider in that cave. But spiders don’t care about friends and family....

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I took the punches paying price of my convictions like a withered rose my pieces all over this froze can't resist and can't let you go I come back even when you bleed my bones...

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