Best Cobblestoned Poems
At the flower market
I found spice, holy water,
cobblestoned obsidian dreams,
but no flowers.
The blustery Tuscany day
showed me its underlying graffiti,
incantations of poetica esoterica,
and yet another way
to excavate the mystery.
Nostalgic Roman nights,
Spanish palabras, Sicilian incantations,
idyllic panoramas; promises
enough to purchase the moon.
Such a foolish sacrifice to
fresco up for portfolios in
sanctuaries precious
and profane.
Categories:
cobblestoned, introspection, mystery, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
A littered path of dreams that lay broken.
Humbled desires strewn over this road.
These are the sorrows that need to be spoken.
This is the bearing of love's grievous load.
Eating your sweet lies just like they were candy;
nourishing me to the depths of my heart.
Purely believed you so I kept my love handy.
But you buccaneered my soul right from the start.
Sank into darkness in the depths of my sorrow.
Cobblestoned furies that led to my door.
Relief was far-flung and a smile couldn't borrow.
Was a fish out of water lying dead on the shore.
Then after the longest time I began healing;
bearing some scars from the damage you'd done.
Out of the shadows I bounced with a feeling
of sweet retribution and war that's been won.
I no longer feel grief when someone speaks of you.
You don't hold a place in my soul any more.
Live out your life and I'll surely rise above you.
No trace is left of the heart that you tore
for contest"Coming Out Of The Shadows"
Categories:
cobblestoned, hope, lost love, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
The dam broke in Quebec.
My thoughts,
my words,
and my pen
all moved.
Moved like the thin layer
of brackish water
over the icy depths
of le Fleave St. Laurent.
Moved like the evening breeze
over the cobblestoned streets
past the lighted shops’ doors.
Moved like the flags flying
over le Chateau Frontenac
as the high winds whip.
The French
from the tongues of
the waitresses
and bartenders
and patrons,
and the strums and songs of
the brickwall guitarist,
all worked as white noise,
and the glasses of wheat beer,
the plate of white cheese and
cold red grapes,
and the warm amber candles,
were all sustenance to the soul
to move my pen across the notebook
and break the dam.
Categories:
cobblestoned, beauty,
Form:
Blank verse
Gray mist mingles with tears sired in grief
My cold skin streaked by the hushed warmth of sorrow
Broken morning wooing my pain
Withered leaves once the color of emeralds
Prance over the cobblestoned path
Like tiny dancers tapping toes and heels to Nature’s unheard symphony
Naked trees line the path of lingering memories
If I don’t move
If my eyes refuse to look away
I can see her
Who she was
Before
Grace adorned in flowing crimson
Alabaster skin reaching for promises of tomorrow
She twirls barefooted and carefree
The pathway clamoring for her touch
My heart beating faster in anticipation of seeing her face again
I can’t see her face
God help me please see her face again
Glowing steel cuts my soul
One more time I beg
Before she is gone
Forever
Let me see who she was
Before I watched her die
With no lingering memories of me
Categories:
cobblestoned, death, love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Trickling water streams,
Flowing waves of soothing peace;
Cobblestoned bottom.
Categories:
cobblestoned, nature
Form:
Haiku
Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule
of your soul
Walk down my cobblestoned
path decorated with all the memories
that made our hearts warm
Once again the starlights will enhance
our Foolish Hearts
Like Cinderella all will end
at the strike
But, OH what meloodramatic souls we have........
Categories:
cobblestoned, nostalgia
Form:
Light Verse
There's a castle in Duluth
Made out of sugar cubes
And the moat that flows out front
Is filled with soda pop
Fruit that grows on trees
Is the finest in jelly beans
In the nearby spring fed lake
People swim in grape Kool-Aid
The streets where those people live
Are cobblestoned with M&M's
In their houses made of brick
From different flavors of licorice
With picket fences in the lawns
Constructed out of candy corn
When cotton candy clouds
Move in from the South
The crowds open their mouths
As the skittles come raining down
The days are always sweet
In the Kingdom of Kandy
Where the King and Queen rule fair the days
With scepters made of candy canes
In their castle of sugar cubes
This Kandy Kingdom of sweet tooth's
Categories:
cobblestoned, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
Categories:
cobblestoned, power,
Form:
Rhyme
The day of reckoning
A bird with an enormous wingspan darkened the sky
it was a night of horror in the Middle East.
A new country born in sin and filched land arose
blood ran in ancient, narrow cobblestoned roads.
The people fled over a broken bridge, now live far
from the homeland, the dream of returning is alive.
Young men living in squalor are attracted to Islamists
the grim head cutting people, who know no mercy
know they will win one day, and more blood will flow
Into sand and time.
When everything is forgotten, walls erased, the losers
will flock back to Europa, whence they came.
Categories:
cobblestoned, conflict, corruption, ozymandias,
Form:
Sonnet
They wend their way through Sunshine City
Cobblestoned, sloped, and Old World pretty;
And lined with colorful, homes in glad unity,
Streets linked heart to heart, in deep affinity.
Up one crooked path, and down to the river,
As rosy birds sing in green trees that quiver;
And soon arises pearl moon, a glowing sliver,
Making the roads to everywhere a bit clearer.
Categories:
cobblestoned, city, heart, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
It is cold tonight, the winds fingers have
ice on their tips. They run down your cheek
and arrest the colour, leaving them pale,
pale as the stark moon that sulks the sky.
I walk with the sound of quick breathing
and pattering paws on a cobblestoned road,
dark shadows and strange silhouettes stalk
me around the lamplight. Summer has
closed its door, the nights are longer and
more melancholy. The darkness hides the
colours as the think they see what is not
there, and the neck hairs stand on end.
Yet there is a beauty in the freshness and
the peace, the stars and drifting clouds.
Are not backs and greys, silver ad white
colours to. On we walk with the occasional
glance just to reassure that each others
there, and for each other we always are.
Categories:
cobblestoned, life
Form:
It started with a blank canvas when I was twelve.
I started seeing this vision and I knew it was not a dream
for I always saw the vision when I was awake and about.
It started blank, all white, just like a blank canvas.
Soon there were sketches of images, images that soon
turned into blue skies and white clouds, reddish, brownish
old building with white motifs, sidewalk and cobblestoned
street in the background of four young ladies in uniform.
I imagined the building was their school and they had just
crossed the street for their faces were vividly painted showing
facial expressions of happiness, like excitement with group
of girls chatting, giggling, laughing, happy that school was over.
The canvas displayed one of the girls more distinct, clearly
stirring that she was the main character of the layout.
Indeed, it was for there was another canvas I saw in my vision.
It started as a blank canvas and sketches of images emerged.
An empty big stage with gold and red curtain in the background.
Bright lights, green decorations, like leaves surrounded the stage.
The main character, dressed in white with flowers on her hair
took the stage dancing while the other three watched and looked on.
Categories:
cobblestoned, art, dance, friendship, image,
Form:
Free verse
The squirrel’s hell is, for the hound, heaven.
And the rain, thunder, which flatten leaven,
Quench also the thirst of blossom’d flowers.
Tears spring forth joyful, in equal power
With grief and lost hope.
Mourning by morning, laughing and crying
Roller coaster emotions’ living, dying.
The hurt exquisite, the joy so fleeting,
My soul stretched to infinities meeting.
I scream, then exhale.
My body's aches match (not coincident)
My emotional sickness, my heart, wrent.
Banshees know nothing of petulant need
Neither love, nor hate, apathy nor grief.
Booming, silent wails.
Solitude unwell, come crowded alone.
Ghosts of my childhood clatter cobblestoned.
No comfort at home, no respite abroad
Nor friends to be hugged, nor embrace from God.
Here Angels don't tread.
There is suff’ring, if that be your call.
Joy if you can find it, and pain for all.
Be well, Carnival, vale carne ist
(Maybe flesh diseased can loosen my fist)
There is naught to hit.
Overwhelmed, insane, yet reason sustain’d
I watch myself fall, stricken, weeping, chain’d,
Alacrit to my lost indifference.
Four parts breath, and two parts belligerence
Pyrrhic victories, celebrat’d alone.
So I am squirrel, and somewhere there's hound,
Their heaven my hell, and for me they bound,
Joyfully chasing this frail, timid beast
No trees up to climb to escape the feast.
The only way out…
Is through.
Categories:
cobblestoned, emotions, hope, hurt, loneliness,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter