Short Bone Dry Poems
Short Bone Dry Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bone Dry by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bone Dry by length and keyword.
the temperature rose
the skin cooking from heat
slow roasted lobster
prairie fields bone dry
the crops refusing to grow
from seeds to dust
The steady beat of rain on my head
I glance at the sidewalk
It glances at me
bone dry as can be ~
Are we alive or dead, verily
Lie low, as the noise whizzes by
overhead, side to side, undertow
Echoes reverberate ‘cross the canyon
plunge into the bone-dry riverbank
~ Lie low, as the noise whizzes by
Politics
Are just politics
Used by politicians
To drain citizens'
Blood bone dry....
Second line
pronunciation
Pol-le'-ticks(meaning multiple)
of what use is poetry if insipid
it borders on wicked
words can lift the heart
restore the soul ~ or
drain the hope-supply
in a world gone bone-dry
Whiskers of time brush up
'gainst gossamer silk web
Slow down, slow down, they said
'Til forces impure
back off their attack
Faced down, turned-around
bone-dry bled
Some tears dryclean the cheek skin
as shadows stray underneath.
With remnants of tears withheld
upwelling in bone-dry eyes,
as memories of tears lost,
in the shadows of regret,
that we did not, could not cry.
Too many kabobs
to skewer
plus bone-dry ribs.
Me? I’ll stay
with pink lemonade
and watch
the turbid sky
and watch
the stars reload
And so study
serious stockades a
stick up their collective
Trees were rushing past
bent against the wind
roots literally screaming for water
parched, bone dry and barren
she endured the test
40 days of hot wind
this vision bent
on revealing
what is to come
for now
we are blind.
From God’s Palette
Miracle Man
1/6/2022
Evening sun escapes from an overcast sky,
that provides a ceiling over huge round bales.
Summer's searing heat has rendered ground bone-dry,
a multicolored sky sparing no details.
The sun is shining on High
Whilst every throat is bone-dry
Though water is sought
There's none to be bought
Our eyes are too dry to cry
*Much of the nation's fresh water
resources will be spent this summer
extinguishing wildfires
I walk quickly in circles without hurry
Thinking in panic without thought or worry
As rain hammers down from clear blue skies
Soaking me to the skin; leaving me bone dry
I cross a road without progressing
Whilst rushing slowly to keep from digressing
.
Went to the creek for inspiration, bone dry
where is the spring?
One Amazing Line
Contest entry for Constance La France's latest contest
Written by:
Sara Kendrick
December 6, 2010
Through strawberry fields,
Path back to school,noon day sun,
Bike push slow,heat haze.
Through strawberry fields,
Pass pickers toliling near soil,
Jam nose up nose.
Through strawberry fields,
Solar wave break on hot back,
Bone dry soaked to skin.
Form:
We are the withdrawal
on a dappled day
White Vultures Swarm
bone dry is the day,
Now our lives are hasten
We are cheek by Jowl
Giant lies interlude
Secret tunes of cabbages and Kings
burgled routes to strawn away
In the last peek of love
A giant hope glistens to espy
Without metaphor or simile
symbolism, imagery
poetry it cannot be
Bone-dry language
prosaic thought
as poetry ‘tis all for naught
Dare you disagree with me?
~ poetry it cannot be
Metal’s dust, dancing woman, soul of night
Bone-dry, wrinkle hairs, see the face
Not ash of safe surface of the war
Voice of universe , more dead body
Lost, difference suffering
Blood flow this wall of heart
Same time die, wound of arrow
What people, they hate that cases-s-s-s
Thwelt Di Nwe
Don’t misunderstand me,
You just try to deny.
This I could never see,
You left my heart bone dry.
This pain is so unreal,
I am just rotting away.
This is not what’s ideal.
Life’s now in a delay.
Realize this is fake.
Nothing, I was left here.
You are the black rat snake.
Why did I shed, those tears?
Form:
Scoobie found a ruby in Devonshire
And he put his frying pan on the fire
Ruby began to cry
And she soon got bone dry
Scoobie yelled Ho Ho you are booby dryer
My Quiet Time
By: Miracle Man
2;10 am 3/5/2021
As an early riser,
I feel the breeze that whispers through dry grass,
and I’m surrounded by God’s peace.
Still none the wiser,
the world around me wakes and what I hear, in mass,
are wagon wheels, bone-dry of grease.
“In quiet places reason abounds.”
Adali Stevenson
No excuses... I plead
To beg of a right
Now that I have paid
For it with my life
Give me a seconds chance
To explain in detail
The reason in existence
For my stance
ExcusSSSe Me! I'm just
Torn apart inside
The world I found out,
Is a bloodsucker in the night
And I am its victim
Being sucked bone dry
And drained down the alley
Left to die
Half expected inspiration to fill the air
while I endeavoured to write a poem.
A curse responding much like a veil
reigns over the moonless night while
out my window no stars come into view
and the silence feels perceptively eerie
~ my pen bone dry.
Submitted on March 27, 2025 to contest YOUR CHOICE F sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Who done it? Where did you go?
Why do you want to injure me so bad
How cannot I not live without the cold, refreshing, caffeine
drizzling down my bone dry throat, making my body roar
with pleasure and shake with pure delight. Who took the last can?
Oh, I found you. Now my tongue can tingle with my head hanging back
as the gratifying Coke proves, Its the real thing
The high diver climbed the ladder over 100 feet high
and then proceeded to perform a very graceful swan dive.
Plummeting to the bottom quickly he plunged
into what was supposed to be a slightly dampened sponge.
Upon impact the high diver instantly died
because his girlfriend's jealous husband rung the sponge out bone dry.
The husband has been charged with homicide.
Sloping hills roll nearby
Sliding scree, drops awry
Slanted rock face bone dry
Slipping boulders, sweep by \\•,,,
Shelves break off splinters fly \\\\\••,,,
Sprawling dust blocks blue sky \\\\\\\\•••,,,,
Skewed landscape forms hereby\\\\\\\\\\\••••,,,
Written April 22 2021
for "Pleiades "S" Contest"
sponsored by Kim Merryman
Syllable counter PS 7x6