Best Skeletons In The Closet Poems
Dancing Skeletons In the ClosetI dance in and out of your peripheral vision
I'm not really sure you see me at all you see the empty spaces I take up
I want to be more than what I merely represent to you
to everyone I wish to be the fragile doll porcelain...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, dark, death, grief, suicide,
Form:
Verse
Skeletons In the ClosetEveryone has one,
yes my friend its true,
those deep dark secrets,
that make yourself YOU.
Skeletons in the closet,
call it what you will,
sooner or later that closet opens,
and those deep dark secrets reveal.
And when everythings out in the open,
how your life changes so,
all because my friend, those secrets,
are...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, lifedark, dark,
Form:
Skeletons In the ClosetI don't know what to do anymore.
I've forgotten what this bed is for.
It's going to take a leap of faith.
I jump in bed and here I wait.
I used to just stay up all night
and be surprised by the morning light.
Then one night turned into...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, forgiveness, recovery from...love, me,
Form:
Narrative
Skeletons In the ClosetLet your skeletons out of the closet and let them dance with mine, the way that our bodies once moved together in an unspoken of time
I am one of these skeletons, maybe your biggest one of all, you keep me hidden away in the back...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Skeletons In the ClosetWe all got those things that disturb us so
We all got those wild days when we fall low
We all have those demons that mess with us
We all got thrown below the bus...below the bus...
All I can do is fuss and cuss...
All that I see is...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Unveiling skeletons in the closet of forbidden truth
Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology
An admission of my egotistical individuality
Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes
Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution;
But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying...
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Categories:
skeletons in the closet, depression,
Form:
Free verse