Skeletal Poems - Poems about Skeletal

... I’ve never been where they tread, chasing mirage through desert storm. I look at evasive eyes perennially petrified, see their void vision fixed fast on fantasy, shroud of de......Read the rest...

... In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt. It was a joyful occasion for the fa......Read the rest...

... The Hypocrite The Doubter hides behind religious guise, Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies. His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile, E......Read the rest...

...Sometimes you see something beautiful Today it was raindrops on a bin All lined up, sharing a space with a web So on the way to school we looked Finding pretty raindrops Stunningly adorning cher......Read the rest...

... I'm tired of singing to the moon, as ink flows in bruised hues, within my fragmented heart, used and shattered by censorious eyes~ ever since you left me stranded, lost and misp......Read the rest...

...A spiritual sickness enveloped my stagnant heart. I searched for her in darkened obscure visions, A futile illusory chase that led to a desert of love. Had I become addicted to her presence? De......Read the rest...

... Written: February 07, 2024 ___________________________________ It appears as if the world has been  coated by a wave of  deceitful dictums,   where faked reality   a......Read the rest...

...skeletal trees beneath a drizzly sky of grey . . . a songbird chirps ......Read the rest...

...Treading softly over luscious loam and skeletal leaves Wisps of virtuoso violin slipping through cracks in topiaries A savory smoke curing wild boar With bated breath I hunt the soireé Convivia......Read the rest...

...Excise Exercise 1. Today is the Day she prints out her poems- a careful first time collation of black and white, and every color to be seen, in between. Her Heart clings to words of lost love. ......Read the rest...

... COLLABORATION WITH SABRINA DEI ARCI In the depths of her web, a heart beats cold and nil. Lust and danger in......Read the rest...

... The signal to leave is called out urgently. Blue jays spin, whistle, and gurgle. Heralds of the gray days of winter. We climb Hawk Ridge Observatory hill. The rough benches, wooden table, a s......Read the rest...

... Waterways, red cliffs, ancient underwater caves, back to the Pangea age, continents fused as one. I stand in the stardust of a million-year-old memory, a flutter of songbirds, a bouquet......Read the rest...

...like the gold ring embracing my finger yet cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight than within it because illusion is impossibly perfect a space beyond tangibility and compassi......Read the rest...

... On the wings of winter afloat abandoned in northern wind, the wilted leaves of longing waft away rustling recluse, my frosted nest clings captive to the skeletal tree, I count in heart......Read the rest...