Best Cobblestones Poems

cobblestones of quicksand
tapestries of oil
teardrops of marble
left out to boil

fingerprints of tree sap
diamonds of wood
ceilings of water
- not what it should

sea breeze of fire
windmills of...

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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's'...

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Amber streaks brush across the horizon
holding still a little part of me in a perfect memory
a crisp morning breeze caressing weathered lips
begging for one more...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see...

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In his last minutes of life, he closed his eyes
where shadows appeared like blackbirds
beneath the moonlight of lost thoughts
above the misty graveyard of his soul
Ghostly...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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Rio de Janeiro, a city by the shore:
Home to Ipanema, Carnival and dance folklore.
As a child, of you I read, from books that showed your...

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Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would...

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Barefoot, I romp on flush of evening’s bliss
when gangmates act as  allies to this trance,
my hair ruffling with the sashay of leaves
as if summer...

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I shall not waiver nor will I digress
from gazing at these lambent hills of green
where mounds of grass like cobblestones progress
from creek beds where the...

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I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like...

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I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind.  I feel the creeping fog...

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Romanticize a scene 
it falls in endless dreams 
begin and then you see 
that what it is is all it will ever be

crimson petals in...

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Salvation seeps in the mist

And as light fades
awe sings in temporal sonnets
while goldenrod flits the fields
and lavender scents joyful whispers

for here neath this shadowy creature,
Point...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. 
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
    ...

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