Best Pebble Poems
If you have a little rock in your shoe,
You will not cross Alabama,
You will not cross Louisiana,
You’ll have to remove it first,
In poetry, it is the opposite,
If you have a small pebble in your shoe,
Do not remove it, think about it
Make it into a poem.
Categories:
pebble, extended metaphor, inspiration, moving
Form:
Free verse
On Pebble Beach's seventh green
I paused to watch an otter.
He dove, cavorted, spun around,
An acrobat on water.
Then lolling, drifting, eyeing me
He twitched brown nose and whiskers.
His thought, that moment, mirrored mine:
"He plays all day, that rascal."
Categories:
pebble, golf, humor, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
A shiny pebble laying,
two buffoons nearby;
...a mild concussion.
Categories:
pebble, funny
Form:
Haiku
The universe revolves around patterns and numbers.
Like an insomniac knowing not the meaning of the word slumber.
To say it's a big place would be a gross understatement.
If it were a face we'd be living on a farthing of a freckle,
a speck within a speck, in a weak attempt at communicating
with other fellow specks.
So where does that leave us,
being little more than dust riding on the coattails of pebble?
In the grander scheme of things
are we just the byproduct that some entity imagined one day
from a place both incredibly near and far, far away?
One who is a whiz at math no doubt...
Just look at the population,
how in it's in a constant state of progressive multiplication,
born into a world yet only to be divided into petty categories:
White, black, brown, yellow,
short, tall, slim, fat,
Asian, Caucasian,
European, Indian,
Yugoslavian, Brazilian.
It's a wonder we are recognized at all
living on this ball within a greater ball.
You wonder who holds the strings
or if we're all just windup toys;
alive and exciting for a time
only to run into the last gear,
the last programmed function.
Just what in the world are we doing here?
The universe may practice it's progressive multiplication
and subsequent division. That doesn't bother me.
What I personally like to do is find the GCD (greatest common denominator)...
... the fact we live and breathe. Ears to hear and eyes to see. So pick up the pieces... we have a long way to go if we can ever hope to solve this puzzle.
Though we may be a speck within a speck
riding on the coattails of a pebble, rejoice
with me. That you ARE, that you BE.
Take a good long look
at what surrounds you. It is much more than
it appears.
I don't know all the answers, but I do believe
we have a purpose here.
For the Nationality Contest.
Categories:
pebble, imagination, introspection, philosophy, universe,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Pebble Beach
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2015
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Categories:
pebble, nature, tree,
Form:
Shape
Kevin and friends went sightseeing
His friends lengthened their walking stride
Kevin couldn’t keep up, his pace wasn’t agreeing
It looks like his legs were securely tied
The Lad stumbled in his walk
Twirling his legs with many intricate movements
Suddenly he took a temporary block
To check if there could be an improvements
Turning and casting his eyes around
On any one watching his funny walk
Kevin briskly went down
Upon what he saw he was perturbed and shock
Just a little tiny stone
Thwart his stalwart move and slight swagger
And kept him dangling all alone
And like a drunken fellow he stagger
Kevin went sightseeing with a pebble in the shoe
Tiny as it was it affected his ability to walk and run
Hilariously! He wore a distinct pair of socks, one black! One blue!
Awful! Kevin didn’t have much fun
Having Sin conscience in your life
Is like having a Pebble in your shoe
Get rid of the Pebble! And Christ ends your strife
To find rest point to the Cross, and he’ll see you through
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water-Hebrew 10:22
Categories:
pebble, addiction, bible, character, christian,
Form:
Quatrain
The pebble in stream rollin' and tumblin' to destination unknown
Date written and posted: 04/17/2016
Categories:
pebble, imagery, mystery, nature, travel,
Form:
Monoku
( a series of homophones, to delight you. )
One Precious Pebble on earth one precious pebble in the sea
roll with the waves my child and look, see what you can see
As the wind's of change stir your soul and whip your hair
you'll be wild and free on this earth just like the wild hare
Cup your hands and drink the blessed water like the lily flower
I'm a Father who lives for your healing, in a cloud of white flour
I can bring you riches that no amount of money can ever buy
and when your time on earth is over, I'll be there by and by
Today you are meeting the future that yesterday's storm blew,
but tomorrow I will greet you, beneath skies of Saintly blue
One precious child in a vessel of old, you are part of Noah's Ark
lift your eyes then wait and I'll soon show you a rainbow's arc.
By Mystic Rose
Categories:
pebble, analogy, appreciation, beauty, faith,
Form:
Couplet
This river travels through the world,
Traversing cultures; mysteries unfurl.
A rock caught in the current; this pebble,
Rough firstly, each scrape, bump; at times trouble.
Overcoming tribulations, the current; this rock,
Travels along the bed; foundations.
It’s surface smoothing, landing on the bank;
Baking in the sun with waves over top; soothing.
Not an end, but a living journey; this river,
And a pebble looking for identity to be delivered.
Categories:
pebble, character, growing up, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
Millennia ago it started as a rock
that was about the size of a fist.
It got swept to the edge lodging
against two mighty bounders.
Staying there for a century or two
it was finally small enough to escape.
Tumbling down the face of the fall
it landed at its shingle coated base.
For many years at least five hundred
it was tossed and rolled and polished.
Now the size and shape of an egg
it glistened and sparkled in sunlight.
Finally washed out it headed seaward
coming to rest on a sandy beach.
Where it was found and treasured
by a child who saw its magic and lore.
Categories:
pebble, time, water,
Form:
Verse
Glow in the sunrise
Oh oldest lord of mountains
Warm our frosted souls
5th place in 'Morning Ambiance'
Categories:
pebble, nature
Form:
Haiku
Denying now, even the simplest of my
needs.
Blinded with pain, Suddenly, I fall into an
abyss.
Nothing inside remains, except for my
desperation.
You trampled more than just my heart,
Alone.
Eventually, even crushing what remained of my,
Spirit.
Now I am, a tiny pebble wedged in your shoe.
Nothing, but a painful burden, one you'd simply rather lose.
If I could avoid further witness,
of your new sexual endeavors.
Then Maybe, just Maybe...
my recovery could begin.
For the first time ever, I am the one left feeling used.
Your presence, a constant reminder, Just how broken is my heart.
Unable to take anymore, Finally, I ask the final question:
"Before you leave:
Please remove me from your
Shoe."
Categories:
pebble, break up, divorce,
Form:
Free verse
If not nigh like dotcom bubble
AI seems in no small trouble.
GPT five’s failure,
Would the rest regain roar?
If ever rise from near rubble?
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Happenings | 02.09.2025 | technology, USA
Note: Is AI a bubble, too much hype and boisterous babble? Is a bust coming? GPT5 admitted a flop show. Nvidia gave but a modest forecast. MIT study: 95% of dreams failed to deliver… Time was when adding ‘.com’ to a company’s name boosted its value. Today, adding ‘AI powered’ does the same trick. Too much is being expected from AI too soon. Anyway, AI seems to have hit a wall. Would it scale it to move ahead, or a precious stone turn a pebble? This ditty wonders.
Categories:
pebble, technology, usa,
Form:
Limerick
This pebble pounded by incessant seas
Lies smooth and satisfying in my hand,
So cool and comforting, it aims to please.
Deep in my pocket, far from sea and sand,
Its ovoid shape fits snugly in my palm.
I feel its surface – pink with orange band –
Its age and weight convey a sense of calm
Whilst through the weekend shoppers I would plough
In search of solace, found in Nature’s charm.
The tang of salt and sea is with me now :
The spirit of this ancient piece of stone,
Although I sit beneath this oaken bough.
This three ounce weight – a time machine, alone,
Aeon-enduring, outlives mere flesh and bone.
Categories:
pebble, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
A pebble
I feel like a pebble in
a big waterfalls
everything is
crashing down
Can someone help me
I can barely see
everything around me
is wrong
Its pounding crashing whirling spinning
unruly it never stops
I wish I could be
a big mighty stone
I want to do big stone stuff
But im just a pebble
smashed and disheveled
A pebble that is never a rock
Categories:
pebble, allusion, analogy, sweet,
Form:
ABC