"skeltons" poems
You can hear them if you listen
When the wind blows in the night
The people who once lived here
Who are gone now, out of sight
The buildings, many shuttered
Housed ten thousand at it's peak
Now empty, vacant, skeltons
Once vibrant, now, so bleak
Silver once was mined nearby
Thousands flocked here for the chance
To strike it rich, be wealthy
Uninvited to the dance
For all that comes with promise
The devil comes as well
With money comes temptations
As the small town starts to swell
Business and homesteads
Spring up where once was none
Lawlessness is rampant
The law is by the gun
Saloons, hotels, and harlots
Soapbox preachers, grab your purse
We all cannot be winners
That is just the boom towns curse
Like a zephyr in the desert
A boom town changes in a flash
Prosperity will vanish
And so does all the cash
The boom town dies as quickly
As a flower in the snow
Scattered now back homeward
With nothing left to show
The earth takes all she's given
The buildings may still stand
But, the mines are all now empty
There's no value to this land
Listen to the voices
The wind let's them sing out
You can hear them in the darkness
That's when the locals all come out
A ghost town is a relic
It shows the best and worst of man
So, listen to the wind now
Hear their stories if you can
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
How beautiful .
Your eyes I mean.
they can see the real and right past the fake.
Your eyes dreamy.
yet looking in them all i can think of is thoughts of lust.
Must you look at me that way eyes that say come ****
How seductive.
Are you from a island ?
can you tell me.
where?
so I can meet a girl that has eyes just like them.
Well boys and girls wonder nomore I'm from a place like heaven where the sun never stops shinning and the waters warm. Where woman are queens draped in jewelry.
Animals run freely.
But don't be content .
I'm homeless when there's no one to look upon .
That's when days grow long and lonely.
See I'm a strong believer that eyes are the window to the soul.
So lets gaze into each other eyes until there is nomore secrets, read me like an open book but as you turn the pages make sure your gentle.
you might just see my Skeltons.
**** it we all have sinned.
But unlike you I don't care who sees them.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
*I found so many things
when i finally decided
to clean out my closet,
Things that I had completely
forgotten that I had,
I don't even remember,
to this closet,
making each deposit.
I found boots
that were made for walking;
still brand new!
They were never
given the chance
to walk all over you,
Only because it's not something
that I, myself, would ever do!
I found my
Little Red Riding Hood cloak,
I found my basket too!
I found so many things in there
that I never really outgrew.
I found some old skeltons
hiding in there,
And some secrets
that I once felt
I had to keep,
I decided
to finally set them free;
I'll just tell everyone
that my closet
sprung a nasty leak!
By Lady R.F. (C) 2017*
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Ive seen it so many times yet seldom did it ever strike me as now.
Empty with a overgrown lawn a relic still standing despite the new surroundings that seemed to lose
all character every single day.
And from it's view I can only imagine it's thoughts.
Time has all but passed it by thoose once filled rooms now skeltons of a aftrethought.
Now only mice seem to keep silent witness to what should never be again.
Now memories are but dust buried like some old pet apon the lawn when none are left to remember
did we exist at all?
Strangers pass blind as a erased thought only lingers in the air like smoke cast in a empty bar.
A tree were underneath they sat summers washed clean by storms taste of another long winter
does give yet another chill to my trouble.
I see it everyday yet never understand how oit still views me.
Empty halls match empty minds that house reminds me of a mirror.
It only reflecs my own true thoughts.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
the graveyard is humming quietly
as I sleep in the shack nearby
the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze
vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine
I can hear them tossing in their sleep
he pulls me closer
he hears it too
he is frightened
my dauntless man quivers
I close my eyes
the world around me crumples
like a wet newspaper
a dead man appears by the door
rips out my throat with his rotting teeth
surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin
he is screaming
I have brought your halo! you are no longer young
and I may touch you as I please!
he is breathing fire from his nostrials
spewing words that I can no longer comprehend.
I am infinity!
I am the freedom that is death!
I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities!
I am coming down really ******* hard!
I open my eyes
beside me still
he breathes quietly
over the sounds
of the graveyard humming
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
All puzzles you have need to be solved
Some pieces will never be found
My mind is a puzzle
Each night it falls apart
Sometimes I don’t put it back together
The pieces collect cobwebs
I’m broken but I don’t want to be fixed
One day I’ll open up the Skeltons
I’ll spend hours trying to be “together”
My 1,000 pieces
Always missing more each time
I’m scared the day I’ll loose all my pieces
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Skeltons of houses once loved dance away,
Piercing in and out of view by the trees,
Which fill and grow from the life given.
Breaking down the body in whole.
Given by life now buried underneath.
Life that had a name, a face, a family.
A person who once thought more was out there,
And fell beneath it all to let it grow.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
I was scared of skeltons that I saw on TV
I was scared of heights, or falling from a big tree
I was scared of getting lost
or losing my whole family
Obvlious
to everything
outside
Living with
the fear of
what will happen when I die?
So I
just accept the fact
that
we don’t know anything
I just want to wake up
from this ****** dream
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC