Dry As A Bone Poems - Poems about Dry As A Bone

...Whenever I would go to my mother, Regardless of the bother, Prices of sweets, housing, jobs, Dangers on the street, or other bits and bobs, She would give me advice so bold, Befor......

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...Each day, a raw, unseen battle rages, My past forever trying to settle its scores. I'm losing my mind, struggling to leave it behind, The weight of memories that refuse to unwind. If I could, I......

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... Imagine an oil stroke on a virgin canvass an image coaxed out by a velvet hand pas de deux artist and brush here comes the wind and suddenly, I appear out of nowhere Imagine my memories......

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...Curled up leaf, as dry as a bone From green to yellow Drowning from water, to parched with thirst From new, to old From smooth to rust......

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...Overzealousness and assiduousness... now propels yours truly towards restitution courtesy sophisticated mountebank, whose criminal mind filched mine banknotes rationed for when I exhibit decre......

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...Angel of mercy please intercede Weakest most lame specimen among human breed control of my life I willingly concede wordless son of a gun fires off following capricious poetic deed done dir......

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...Most mind boggling mysterious mortal Mystification prevails stupefying yours truly befuddled, he blindly stumbles along rocky pathway illusory impediments strewn helter skelter intangible obstr......

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...‘tap, tap, tap’ your petite knuckles gently attacking my door - I envision their French-painted nails dancing in the shine of the hallway light like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope (your......

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...Velvet tongue lies sweetly. Her mouth dry as a bone, Voice a sonorous tone. It stabs in quite neatly, Quieted completely. The pigeon coop has flown. Don't blame me pretty dear, A lion can't ......

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...Rocking boat with the motion of the ocean, My ocean, Unsettling Ocean, but the boat Does not rock by way of the waves, it rocks Because the occupants have nothing to do Other than tilt the boat f......

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...I got lost in a book somewhere in between the opening line and chapter nineteen. I couldn't get out. There wasn't a way, trapped in a plot that was strictly horseplay. You better se......

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...An alabaster jar Amongst the discard Embedded in the mud. The fisherman Well trained in the ancient art of picary Catches a halibut In the morn It is the noon. The river is all ......

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...Répéter Depuis le Début The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911. Perception fuses like melted rose quartz, fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes like the naiveté of childhood returned to......

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...A beautiful mind, one of a kind Kept alone, river of love as dry as a bone Hidden from society, protected from it's immoral notoriety With no purposed intent, a conversation with unexpected exte......

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...Oh! A mighty empire that was built Beneath thé shield of the sun, Thé empire that glows of victory, Home of great mortals that dined with glory. Oh! The empire that marching of it warriors, M......

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