Bones Poems - Poems about Bones

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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Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder how old the neighborhood skeleton is… —by Poet Bare Bones Yard skeleton fell over - first day. The bones just collapsed - hip..hip..hurray! Flamingoes took flight from yard - out of sight. It’s April second,...

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Red Shirt: TOS A casting extra No choice on shirt color Hired for one episode Studio did’nt want to pay them long term New planet to explore Beam down with phasers set to kill Alien life form attacks No chance to get off a shot Bones declares “He’s dead Jim!” A red shirt met their final frontier ...

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On my bones, insecurity was carved with a chisel, deep and merciless, And on my skin, you tattooed doubt, like an artist of shadow and suffering, Your steps left imprints on my soul, like paths lost in the mist, You injected fear into my spine, a bitter venom coursing through my veins. You stabbed—stabbed—stabbed my heart until I bled...

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The snow lies sleeping in the shadows Crisp greens bursting through Unfocused, my eyes blur the world and suddenly there is a spattering of colorful dots Peeking from the earth as it stretches and yawns. Wake up Mother Nature! Up, up lazy bones! Revive with a warm rain shower Break your fast on Autumn leftovers that Winter has preserved...

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Here comes the North Wind Blowing the mountain of bones Suddenly bones moving like whirlwind Bone to bone connected its parts To form a human skeleton standing Throng of them standing in front of the Prophet Standing, lifeless skeleton many of them Came the voice in heaven saying Can these bones live or not The Prophet says, come and say my Lord Then came the...

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Older chatbots, just like people, show signs of cognitive impairment, failing on several important metrics in a test normally used on humans. ~Drew Turney, Live Science, 02/16/2025 old AI as demented as I enter into the abyss ...

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Old men cry a lot, sigh a lot, write too much poetry. Their bones are words that scaffold an undying love of all the sorrows that they would die for again and again, and they do though they smile as they die to them, for the past brings no regrets, just generations of children and poetry, just enough poetry, just enough smiles. ...

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Butterflies~ scarred and stained, breathe within a glass cocoon spun with black-widow silk and smoke, waving weary wings in the midst of nothingness, c h a i n e d with bleeding petals from a garden of grief, caught in gossamer greed, that feeds insidious seeds to this chrysalis heart, weeping in seething silence, as the world cares not to heed tunes of trauma, ricocheting through flutes of patience, oblivious to...

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It seems we always know what's right, and how to treat ourselves and others. So, why, I wonder, is it our plight to harm ourselves and our brothers. How do we ever bridge the gap between what we know and what we do? Is there a guide or a map, to show the pathway to pursue? Meditation, faith,...

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Unlike the smell of rain on country road sediment I can not find the tears to make my trauma relevant There is no sweet scent found in my complex petutlance I wish my mind quiet; when its thoughts are all Old Testament This level of self-loathing; to date, has no precedence Though all my acts of selflessness have never afforded...

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The fillet was supposed to be boneless but it wasn't It caught me off guard, midmeal. Between bites of slaw and baked potato It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat there was the palest form of panic, I swallowed hard a few times swigged root beer everyone's eyes grew wide it finally dislodged after a few attempts thank God perch bones are thin. At...

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Hoisted high Black flags sail, Camouflaged by a misty veil, A bow braced with forward guns, Upon a ship no-one outruns, This sight was seen through a scope, A view of horror crushing all hope, Terror races through the ship, For they are within Davy Jones grip, Bustling panic to throw weight over the side, Anything and everything to save their hide, Dark swells...

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