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Cowboy skeleton Succeeds in all stock markets But rages too much.
Can't move. Cant talk. Inside this wooden box. Been here since the service day, And in here is where i'll stay.
The monsters aren’t under the bed (They’re in the walls) Creeping from their quiet crypts Milky white complexion and cavernous cheekbones Is this real?
I'm losing weight because you only love me for my skeleton, on my ribs you carve ampersands, because my life is nothing without your "and's." "And the others are prettier, the others are wise."
Your beauty. I see your beauty in the middle of the the room, like flowers cropping up in the middle
All I need is my sanity With my sanity, I have my peace And with my peace, I have my mind And with my mind, I can survive Because I, I waver sometimes.
I've got Skin nails hair teeth Nature has kindly Provided me with an armour To protect myself I've got Pants shirt gloves shoes Society has supplied me With a wall
I saw him go into the woods His white skull lacking hair His feet dragging on, Almost in despair I followed him, Quick as I could I hid, As best as I would
I no longer see myself as I gaze at my reflection; Instead there is someone disturbed, distressed, and decaying A skeleton girl;
Perhaps one of the reasons I like Halloween so much is because I feel more at home.
You added the last bone to complete your skeleton of me
The wind dances through my bones like chimes,
What is a body but from dust is flesh? 'Tis purposeful to carry every soul, O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set, [This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.