Beach a Boneyard
As I gaze upon the splendor of the beach:
yellow, soft and resplendent and compliant.
I realize that it is a debris field of bones.
Of shattered shells devoid of sound-of-sea-echoes.
Of bit of crabs, seaweeds and bones of fishes ground to dust,
all gathered into an amorphous tell-tale pile.
It's congealed when wet, soft and flowing when dry.
This boneyard
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Categories:
boneyard, beach, body,
Form: Free verse
Boneyard
Boneyard
Abandoned, Peaceful
Sprawling, Watching, Waiting
Still as the Night
Graveyard
July 31, 2019
**Side note: I was inspired to write a cinquain poem after my son brought one home that he had written in his English class back in 2017. I kept his poem because it was something he created for class and when I found
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Categories:
boneyard, dark, death, gothic, peace,
Form: Cinquain
Boneyard
BONEYARD
A mist of your scent.
An image of you.
Alone in the boneyard your sleep is forever more.
In the air is the fresh scent of dozens of roses, all to you I give.
My back against the cold headstone, a couple of words to say along.
Along the way a feeling of missing you, impossible to bring
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Categories:
boneyard, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Prose Poetry
Queen of the Boneyard
From a distance away,
I can spot a proud tail fin,
Standing upright among
A sea of dull metals.
As I approach, it’s evident that
Here rests the Queen.
The pinnacle of aviation.
The game-changer for aviation.
The tried-and-true Boeing 747.
You stand proud and tall,
Among other
Smaller,
Slower airliners.
Your presence silences the boneyard
Into deep awe.
The disdainful rust is only a reminder
Of your free
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Categories:
boneyard, bird, flying, imagery, loss,
Form: Ode
Boneyard Waltz
Dancing in the world of the undead
Soles lightly treading unearthed graves
Take my decaying hand in yours, love
Tonight this land belongs to us
Torn apart in life
Our love cannot be tainted here
Ironic purity found in death
One end brings a new beginning
Simplistic euphoria
Never to be found among the living
Gliding through endless ages
Time does not matter in this place
Let
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Categories:
boneyard, fantasy, lost love
Form: I do not know?