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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

A stampede of shadows
Along this 
Red cobblestone road
Only dust in the wind...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

didn't intend to 
be in another Irish pub
but it's raining
and they're so much better
in the land of saints and scholars
where
musicians don't play for
tourists

John a school teacher
brought the fiddle that
he learned to play at
his mom's set dances
(Set dancing lessons--Mondays 7pm) 

Sarah, the pretty lass
the other side...

Continue reading...

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,
  ...

Continue reading...

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....

Continue reading...

THAAAN SHE SAID
FROM WHICH IS TO 
SPEAK TO THE BODY
THE MIND
THE SOUL
AND THE SPIRT
TO SEPARATE THE EMOTIONS
OF LOSSES 
THE EMOTIONS OF GAINS
THE THOUGHTS OF DOING
AND THE REGRET OF NOT
DOIN
THE MINDSET OF REALITY
AND THE REASONIONGS FOR BEING RIGHT
EVEN IN TIMES OF WRONG
THE EXPRESSION FROM THE NEED
OF...

Continue reading...