Skeleton Poems - Poems about Skeleton

Skeleton Pen part 2 Emeralds to Ambers Open fields to spices Nightly winds flow musical Rain drops to reflections upon puddles With no delay Soon life decays Time waits for no one Always chasing the wind Dreams fade away Days are numbered any way Writing another poem in the dark Ascend from the earth Tombstones...

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Skeleton Pen Can I write you a letter? On blank paper. I’m already dead. Underground resting in shadows rest. All dance on my grave. In the moonlight, stay up late. No tears for me. Always free in the cemetery. All be waiting for ya. Always thinking about you. All leave the darkness on. Write poetry...

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b a n g b a n g! I couldn't believe I just fired some shots there she laid... belly up counting the dust dead as loneliness buried in silence trouble b o l d l y stared straight at me my stomach growled, loosened a knot~ sweat...

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Silhouette of tree Bending against skeleton breeze Dipped in gold moonshine...

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Whispers of fingers an apparitions touch took residence inside my mirrored bones frantic rationale is a skeletal destination crunchy landing of hard fossil dust This sad beast of remains stands low in the sag dry tears of sand drips down to mandible mayhem its remnant clothing, phalanges hanging in defeat while random flutist sings it's hollow tune Fleshly hand, the kindly...

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With an oar and a long boat Down river goes the deal maker, Ferrying another soul afloat ... For I am their taker ... Black cloak 'round my shoulder Two coins in my bony hand, I bring the younger or older Off to a more distant land Paddling waters, still and gray Done a million times or more, Candle and lantern to light my...

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kreel n krurl bone twisting brake skeletons dancing beturn o bewake beslide n beclunky on graveyardy mound skelebones skelefunky over graveyardy ground ...

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If ghosts are real, what have we done? The skeleton inside of me, taste like blood The shadows are speaking to me, like stones in my pockets Told you about my birthday, but you forgot about it In a city of angels, I smell the bonfire smoke Creatures in the woods, wear a dark green cloak Sliced like crops in a...

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In the moonlit glade where the whispers fade, A skeleton danced 'neath the sky's arcade. With a grin so wide, And eyes that had died, It twirled where the grass met the shade. Its bones clattered in the silent night, A morbid marionette sans its strings. With each step it took, The air grew heavy, thick,...

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In the shadows where the whispers creep, Where secrets lie and silence weeps, An ancient curse walks through the night, The old zombie stirs, a ghastly sight. With tattered clothes and eyes of gray, It roams the earth in disarray, A shuffling gait on broken ground, The echo...

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Canon Beach Oregon Present Day Silver rain wrapped her following fingers around Douglas Firs. Ocean was the ballerina dancing. Flash after flash she took pictures of nightfall landscapes while hanging upside down on her third story deck. Suddenly to her haunted horror liquid landscapes froze. Full moon traced Death's skull while his eyes floated as clouds and his ebony...

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Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors Ivory Impatients inject inspiration to the expiring Jumping Jack O'Lanterns jam...

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I am the prisoner of the ice voices That talk to me with a lashing air About cold and dark lands Where forever, I will find my grave. Chilled by the cold speech, I let myself be hurt by the iciness of their words, While I stir in the extinguished embers of life With a long bone from my leg. With a strange...

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i guess i own a skeleton we are about the same size it has my shape and I have its eyes and when we are together we share the same name and when we are dead we will be one and the same...

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So much time has passed by; without an offer, to explain Why open up; it seems my words are only found in vain If only I was rare; a woodland, skeleton flower Giving my heart transparency; within a nature shower Or if I were a window; perhaps, one not made of glass stain It would likely be just as easy...

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