Skeleton Poems - Poems about Skeleton

...There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine, as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~ where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts, for there’s a p o......Read the rest...

...I see beyond the sea-snake crown of thick-leaved jewels, as a gossamer veil conceals jealous goblins shape-shifting above a snow-dappled forest of freckled weeds… there third-eye......Read the rest...

...I looked towards the sun and see the heaven on the run, the heat is so high causing the animals in the field to fall down and die, fill up the reservoirs and dams and move the heard towards the catch......Read the rest...

...Do you tremble, as the monstrous cadence, of the rhinoceros' stride reverberates, like the buffalo's onslaught? Vipers at the water's edge, darting hither and thither, not above but b......Read the rest...

...Defeat embraces the soul that has unraveled from lies, baring the pure truth. In the library of destiny, where each heart inscribes its chronicles, I lingered among the scrolls of loss, in the cham......Read the rest...

...In the zodiac of poets with furrowed brows, born from the shadow of the world devouring the moment, I am tired of narrow verses, of word sculptures without soul and echo. Poems that whisper, halt -......Read the rest...

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

...The Last Viking There had been a storm, that uprooted  an old oak that exposed a gave the grave of the last Viking, a rusty  sword beside him its grip was made  fallen stars, he had been a chief......Read the rest...

...I am made of rotten roots flush with dead skeleton leaves when touched, crumble but moss grows on my rib-cage bones and mold covers my heart where there’s moisture so something mus......Read the rest...

...Your racing bike is broken with a bad derailleur. I look back at my life and admit it’s a failure. If a daft old hen laying scrambled eggs, so sad, can, Then I will concede that I’m an a......Read the rest...

... It was one of the coldest winters, yet the old dog never showed up at the kitchen door like he used to, whimpering to be let in for warmth and food. Where he spent his nights, or how ......Read the rest...

...I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon. I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night is ever coming soon. I studied sleep patterns too, like viv......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

... tears freezing crystal fingertips upon cryptic cemetery cheeks under claustrophobic clothing clouds fresh fangs of finality fires morbid mournful mind hearts rot as the reaper's ro......Read the rest...

...The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond......Read the rest...