Skulls Poems - Poems about Skulls

...None of my shrunken heads are happy the tribal chief said. Was he not quite upside up in his own oversized head? Did he not know that most skulls do not like to be shrunk? Maybe he said it because......Read the rest...

...Strange strangers in my room Trying to find some skulls and bones Like it will save them from doom When the time for reaping comes ......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

...I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn, When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns. With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch y......Read the rest...

...Woke up amidst the screaming cries, dared to stare through the window Eyes couldn't believe a thousand corpses lying, hands couldn't recognize the skulls The day before a boy told me to hurry, joki......Read the rest...

...In the battlefields, weapons are volatile. When the sinister charm of the angel of death preaches the gospels of chaos. When the greed of bloodthirsty people defiles the purity of freedom, equali......Read the rest...

...My first enemy was one I should have loved He claimed that he loved me but I suppose not enough He carved the gaps in all my memories And deprived me of what made me A child at twelve and adult a......Read the rest...

...I placed my head between my knees to have a good look at the trees beneath me; I held it there for some time and found that nature was divine. I saw the seeds springing from the earth and an army ......Read the rest...

...RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum white flags drench......Read the rest...

...As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold. Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affecte......Read the rest...

...Some say that I have fallen But I didn't have that far to fall All I see is blood and brain matter on my wall I check to see if it's mine But my head remains intact On my hands I see the blood ......Read the rest...

... There are few places now where life can find respite on hot summer days. Shady spaces are contested real estate beneath trees and in the shallow waters under a bridge where countless plump, ......Read the rest...

...My great great grandmother could not wait. Day of the Dead was two weeks away. She visited me on the 16th of October. I was sworn to secrecy, but they knew. Because I somehow knew how to do thi......Read the rest...

...Day of the dead mushroom tree Around and around skulls looked at me I feel their spirits have gone off to play And yet they still creep me out today Three skulls drawn on by a skilled hand I h......Read the rest...