Best Cobblestone Poems
to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of so called love
i've been kissed
but not by your lips
nor with the same passion
as the skies at dawn
i've been wrapped
in the contours of arms
much like the bitter winds
of autumn's sweeping nights
shivering beneath the touches
that left me stranded
on the journey towards you
i hold you in my dreams
on the other side of streams
where tears trickle over the rocks
and the dams hold me back
i searched for you
beneath the lambent moon
through shadows on alleyways
always losing sight
in the harrows of night
i've danced
silently with death
in silhouettes
upon mind's walls
always breaking free
running away, lost
on these sidewalks
of chalked thoughts
yet sometimes i wonder
had i held his hand
would he have led me to you
in another place
another time
does fate await our destiny
on the other side of life...
i still search for you
down cobblestone streets
through the passages of time
as it shifts beneath my feet
stranded, alone
until we meet....
inside my dreams
Written 10/25/2019
Best free verse July-December 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Entered December 8, 2019
Categories:
cobblestone, destiny, dream, fate,
Form:
Free verse
strong and loud, of cobblestone made -
I won’t become some cheap concrete grade
Categories:
cobblestone, poets,
Form:
Crystalline
I met him the other day
Passed by on the cobblestone
Between the graves
Though he dare not look up
I could hear the sobs
As wet drops fell
His draped black cloak
Tattered and flowing
Billowing fog in the cemetery
Chills ran down my spine
Yet his sadness warmed me
No joy came in this profession
My sky blue eyes
Connected with his sockets
Life in lifelessness
Embracing the poor soul
Feeling his scythe
Pressed upon my back
I knew no fear
Only the truth
As we walked
Down that cobblestone path
Categories:
cobblestone, death, fear, life, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Cobblestone Echoes
by Odin Roark
Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped from high seas
vast is your harvest
from earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard
glass reflecting where primates once clamored upon
From paws a running
sniffed calloused drippings in peril
where sandal swathed footsteps
dodged blade and spear
as wash water dumped from high
added slippery footing for predators ever lustful
ever hungry
ever historic
Now the high noon of modern life
the wonder among your melodies
amidst recent fabrications emulating your path
you the wrinkled skin spirit of ancient masons
who served sun-baked feasts
from the past of pasts
Alas…
Genuine micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift
send the spirits aloft from once grasses high
reminding us that while calendars may crumble
time’s enduring stone of old remains original
transcending the language of vowel and consonant
acknowledging the reach of sentient eye to eye
the whispered caress beneath a Nike sole
sharing the tongues of old
echoing the murmurs of weary travelers
the severed limbs of warriors
the rivers of plasma-red passion
polishing fossils within
within
within
Yet many choose faking Nature’s setting
even making ready counterfeit copies
to pacify the blind living without preference
massaging serpentine monsters of ignorance
whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon this facsimile
sold as make-believe
glittering’s bondage
hidden in fakery
having not a clue of the Carthaginians
or Mediterranean isles of blood and sweat
from whence it all came
For like Rodeo Drive’s cobblestone plazas
where modern celebrity prisons of today
masquerade as credible reality for borrowed tomorrows
knockoff décor identity everlasting
unaware their own history
reaches inevitable fade out
may never know the hidden messages
Perhaps…
The subtle cacophony of shadow and whisper
cobblestone’s enigmatic infernal
made orchestral for those who can hear
those who dare see through the darkness
those who can be moved and touched by
shadowed silence protected with truth
will experience the magic
How few seem to hear the deafening message
Categories:
cobblestone, history,
Form:
Free verse
Passing through the inner city,
I see old buildings and landmarks.
With paucity of people walking through the night,
a real picture, wonder and amazement.
It dawns on me the past, its history
as a key to understand the whole lot
I find some answers common to expectations
that civilization caused hard work and labor.
With all those stuffs and items displayed
explain the reason for certain attraction.
Like antiquity, tourism and social meanings
of old cobblestones seen across the centers.
There's an inspiring connotation
along with a cross of light in the sky.
It reminds me of the labarum symbols
etched in Roman coins
Christianity, the reason for basic principles.
Known collectively as a main achievement
from the ancient age down the contemporary time.
It's unfolding and giving delight to everyone
that stands still amid nature's assaults and destructions.
Categories:
cobblestone, faith, history, hope, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Of restless moonless blue sky, no stars sway.
Through unfailing half-deserted winding
cobblestone lanes, wall sconces light the way.
Castle stone walls forged, dead ends are binding.
The muttering retreats
through half-deserted streets,
shattered recall repeats.
Forbid to know;
those come and go;
but, hush, it's so.
A whisper rambling brings a dreadful day.
Insidious sleep a chance of finding.
Fragile trouble soul disastrous defeats
which still doth grow.
5/27/2018
Poetry Contest: The Puzzle Of My Rhyme
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
1. The muttering retreats
1. dreadful 2. blue 3. fragile 4. shattered 5. whisper
Categories:
cobblestone, conflict, deep, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
The Braille of Cobblestone
Keeper of darkness,
of auras reaped from high seas,
vast is your harvest
of earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard glass.
Such reflects primate-memory
once clamored upon by man and beast running,
dodging blade and spear
as wash water dumped from windows high
added slippery footing for predators ever lustful,
ever hungry,
ever historic.
At the high noon of one’s life,
we wonder among your melodies
amidst recent fabrications lining your path.
you the wrinkled skin of ancient masons
serve sunbaked feasts
from the past of pasts.
Your micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift
send spirits aloft from grasses high,
reminding us that while calendars may crumble,
your stone of old remains young,
transcending the language of vowel and consonant,
acknowledging the touch of phantom eye to eye,
even whispered touches beneath a Nike sole
speaking the tongues of old,
echoing the murmurs of felled travelers,
the severed limbs of warriors,
the rivers of passion red,
polishing fossils within.
Still…
Others would fake Nature's setting,
even make ready counterfeit copies
to pacify the blind living without preference.
Such serpentine monsters of ignorance
whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon your offspring
sold into bondage, interspersed among the fakery
having not a clue of the Carthaginians
or Mediterranean isles of oar-navigated ports.
For like Rodeo Drive's cobblestone plazas,
where modern slavery prisons of today
masquerade as knockoffs once authentic for tomorrow,
your history is reaching fade out,
sans your hidden messages,
your quiet cacophony of silence
made orchestral for those who can hear,
those who dare see through the darkness,
those who can be moved and touched by
the brail of cobblestone.
Categories:
cobblestone, change, history,
Form:
Free verse
THE COBBLESTONE ROAD
I was a road of cobblestone that led folks through the town,
The people bought and sold on me from everywhere around.
I saw the feet of priests and kings, of children and the aged,
All traveling to get somewhere, in their own thoughts engaged.
I wasn’t just the only way to get from here to there,
For I knew of some other roads more fancy everywhere.
They led the traveler many ways, to many other towns,
But I was one quite different from the other roads around.
I was the only road that led from town to a small plain,
To a small hill outside of town where criminals were slain.
So one day when another crowd of angry people came
With soldiers and some beaten men, I thought it just the same
But as I listened carefully to people as they cried,
“Away with one who says He’s Christ, let Him be crucified!”
I wished somehow right then and there that I could change my way,
Not lead this God-sent man to death on Calvary’s hill that day.
I felt the blood from this one man fall gently on to me,
I felt the cross He drug along as people came to see.
I think each stone upon my road wished for a hiding place,
Not wanting to be so involved in this cruel, sad disgrace.
And yet He traveled me that day, for as He went my way
He knew I was the only road to save mankind that day.
I was a road of cobblestone, and I am that road still;
Just as I was the only way to Calvary’s rugged hill,
The Man who traveled me that day to shed His blood and die
Has said, “I am the way for you--no other way but I.”
Yes, there may be some other road more fancy or more broad,
But there is just one blood-stained road that leads a soul to God.
It can’t be changed by anyone, though they may try and strive;
We all must come to God through Christ, through Him be made alive.
And so I ask you, friend, today, have you to Jesus come?
Don’t try to come another way--He is the only one.
Categories:
cobblestone, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk an old cobblestone street . . .
finding an old church I take a seat
Categories:
cobblestone, nature,
Form:
Crystalline
Cobblestone heart
She treads lightly on my cobblestone heart;
As scarlet ,yellow and crimson flowers drip;
from trellises on ancient stone walls,
And beams of sunlight shine on towers of old,
And clouds cast shadows on tables with wine, With glasses filled half way as thirsty patrons savor each sip.
Her sundress waves in the gentle breeze,
As she clutches her basket of vegetables and sundries.
Her raven locks are pulled back,
as she inspects her bounty from the marketplace,
She feels the warmth of the Mediterranean sun and with a contented smile she looks toward it to warm her face.
I slowly approach and take her hand
And place a gentle kiss upon her lips.
She offers the basket for me to inspect,
But I’m mesmerized by her visage and almost let it slip.
We smile in relief as i secure the grip
I place the basket down on my cobblestone heart;
and take her in my arms in a loving embrace.
Intoxicated by her love, by her beauty, by her grace,
We stand entwined, enchanted by what we found in this magical place.
The smell of baking bread and fresh cut herbs fill the bustling square ,
We float in silence , hand in hand above my cobblestone heart .
We ascend the stairs and open the door;
And Display todays prizes from our morning chore.
I look into her eyes and catch my breath ,
as my heart beats out of my rising chest,
A thousand years have come and gone
And I tell her I’ve loved her from the start!
Categories:
cobblestone, love, smile,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
All around the world
There is art you can see
You can touch
And you can even walk on
Cobblestones are not new
They have been around forever
Still very few take the time to look at them
The beautiful designs some add
Other archaic haphazard designs
Each adds to the beauty of the medium
If you get the chance to walk a cobblestone street
Take time to look at the stones
Maybe touch a few
Their beauty may just make you smile
© Poem – XX/X/MMXXIV
LRET
Categories:
cobblestone, art, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Cobblestone bare feet walk
Path crossing no time to talk
Mind sees what eyes cannot
Green river burned hands touching
Passage life sacred rush
Body’s talk words do not
Six senses feeling time
Around a sense of change
Shades of color turn to gray
The hour glass remains unchanged
Forever flowing through eternity
Tranquil eyes hazy days
Blood pulsing through our veins
Categories:
cobblestone, death,
Form:
Big yellow buses, on days when it rains,
Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains,
Long summer evenings, with walks in the park,
Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark,
Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone,
Nice to be back, always glad to be home.
Categories:
cobblestone, 10th grade, dog, home,
Form:
Acrostic
A stampede of shadows
Along this
Red cobblestone road
Only dust in the wind
Categories:
cobblestone, imagination
Form:
Free verse
The sunlight tripped across the cobblestones.
With silver damp dew each cobblestone shone.
Glistening light, each unique rock did call.
Between each of the rocks the moss had grown.
The pathway called me, pulling me to walk
With a hopscotch bouncing across the rocks.
What lay up ahead? I had no idea.
Fear and excitement lay in paradox.
What town would it lead to, this stony lane?
What dangers lie waiting beside its path?
What wonders would I see along the way?
I can’t wait to see and take off with a laugh.
Categories:
cobblestone, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme