Skulls Poems - Poems about Skulls

Skulls and roses, skulls and crossbones, most of people who died alone. Skulls in corpses, skulls in the living, ‘til they decompose, protection is what they’re giving. Protect the mind, that tissue so soft, but easily shaken, easily sent aloft. Protecting a soul, so sweet and tender, but nothing, not even nature, can...

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Why does he provoke me to anger? He stalks among us - with his song - a wolf's grin His inimicality beckons like a hawk's talons, luring prey to certain death Yet he imparts wisdom to those who bleed Beware! his insights twist like a pit of pepper x vipers; devouring souls He spins tales of survival and primal instinct Beneath the façade lies decay concealing...

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Las Pas Bolivia November 8th Day of the Skulls A bit different than Mexico’s Day of the Dead Prehispanic belief says people have seven souls One of them is located in the skull If they do not have an ancestral skull they will dig one up They are respectful and decorate the skull with reverence Their skulls are treated with awe taken to cemetery...

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crystal skulls some are repulsed others are drawn in feeling the purity of them mystics state they have healing powers can enhance your psychic eye pull energy from your root chakra use them for successful scrying important in cleansing rituals oftentimes have an alien connection paranormal phenomenon produce miracles rose quarts skull can talk to you will share tales of love tigers eye skull will help you solve mysteries amethyst...

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He is a professional, let him call out the skulls. I wondered what this meant, but I trusted the gulls. The drummer began, and the skulls came out of their hiding. I was shocked at first, but soon recognized his abiding. They love him, I said. They still have emotion. The came from the meadows, the woods and the ocean. These...

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My great aunt could conjure fire skulls the child reported. Can you do that? Can you do that? The visiting neighbor did not know. She had never tried it and did not know what a fire skull was. I doubt it, she replied. Knowing it is difficult to visualize something when you do not know what it is....

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Skulls cracked, hollowed showing, decomposing, wounding Remains, Graves, Cemeteries, Mausoleums cushioning preserving, defending ...

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its common but unnatural to never have moments of complete silence where the entire world is turned off maybe that's what heaven's all about an eternal silence filled with soul bubbles intermingling-exchanging silent pleasantries no motors or screaming neighbors or childhood screeches thin walled moans or deathbed groans just birdsong mist drifting through the silent heart of heaven...

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You and your bones, your skin, the unkindness of your eyes... keeps me awake at night, for hours, hours, and sunrises. You and the eco of your absence the memory of us already forgotten, buried in the graveyard. The only remains of what once was our hearts. 6/7/2020...

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Pro Patria Mori Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched as Santa Ana's baggage washed their brazen hair, hip deep in the Rio Grande. The ancient river moved across the land Like slow drool down a leather cheek. Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls rolled down the Great Divide, rattled across the porcelain sea. Oh, the girls! Hair hot and black, Whoopee! Their tongues as pink as baby fat. Now tongs drop...

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Lion sits at his table with appetite to enjoy fruits of his daily labor Those with him during every feast are invisible skulls of past meals Friends and foes sing and dance jumping all over the table at meal lion harshly bickers, denies rights some he praises and honors bitterly Bed time lion scatters his eyes all over traumatized by vision of...

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In the fields, On the dry cold land, There are monsters. Torn up skeletons, Lying on the ground. One by one. Swords inside the skulls, Slicing through brains in half, Blood trickling down their heads. The demon within, Daemons of Hell. All dead... Dusty bones, Bloody puddles, Lie by my feet. Nothing but bloods and guts. What a horrific battle. The skeletons are destroyed. This is the battle, Of the dead......

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Hold in abeyance A sub rosa confession A mystery concealed by science “Veiled in allegory” Impossible evidence and concrete lessons “A Peculiar system of morality” “illustrated with symbols” Quoted definition Of Freemasonry Complex bureaucracy A tyrannical Secret society....

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Life begins, with morning dew Beneath the earth a small pod waits Till the eyes of winter steals A glimpse of spring, then knows its fate Among remains of those gone past There is hope left on their face To most, it's viewed as death But life still leaves its trace And when the sad tail ends Those that passed, will lie there rotten...

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The gourds were really jealous of the pumpkin's orange hide. The golden corn was long, long, gone the scarecrow did confide. The old oak tree was worrying for he'd TP on his crown, and the barn's backside was plastered with a witch who's falling down. The plastic skeleton rattled in the evening breeze laughing at the harvest moon he was trying not to sneeze! Soon the kids...

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