Best Pebbles Poems

We became like pebbles on a beach
touching in the depths, caressing in the shallows
Crystal waves, crested us above the deep abyss

In ever ending caress, we were carried together,
brushing, embracing tribulations as we progressed

The further we were washed, the more we became estranged
Stranded we eventually became,...

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Violet 
star stream
flowing 
across 
the 
soullessness
of
mundane dream...
Whispering "everything's alright.
She's thriving like a spring fed rose in saintly gardens.
An angel brightly glowing.

...of this dream.
I staggered along a ragged path.
Through a battlefield of metal devils-called "quartered living.
Faith folding and unfolding.
Garnished with ogres slinging burning orbs of fire....

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The Pebbles (Kunjarra)
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

The Pebbles a sacred site near Tennant Creek
A mass of granite boulders spewed from beneath
Surrounded by wind swept plains of red dirt
A relative of Karlu Karlu/ The Devils Marbles
…
A place of eerie dreamtime long time past
Aboriginal women and girls… Hairy Women
Dancing...

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In a land far far away.
Down by the sea.
Out near the caves.
There stood a giant.
And he was after me.

Only because he liked 
the taste of human flesh.

I thought maybe I could reason
with this giant of a troll.

I tried to tell him I only came
for the...

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Stars hang like lanterns

hissing waves move smooth pebbles ~

my brother vwhistling....

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Kieselsteine / Pebbles / Guijarros   

Die Kieselsteine
So herrlich glänzend leuchtend  
Im klaren Bergbach


Colourful pebbles
So lovely bright and shining
In the mountain creek


Colorido guijarros
Hermoso y brillante y luminosa
En el arroyo...

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My Life, Mountains Dropping Pebbles


My life, mountains dropping pebbles on me
true treasures openly hidden, I couldn't see
Although now that I am wiser, so much older
I thank God each dropped was not a boulder

My youth, a series of epic good and bad
if only, I'd listened and...

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beneath the flowing stream
smooth round pebbles
pale and white
tears of a river sprite
shed eons ago

~...

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Isolation from familiarity
Leaves me alone with my thoughts
Leading to insanity
My exterior facade of calm
 
Illusions of stability and repetition of life
Fear sneaks upon me
I stub my toe walking
This seemingly clear path
 
In this landscape 
I see mountains
Imagine the summit's view
This trail requires faith -- not...

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You gather my words like pockets full of pebbles, so when you need to hurt me, you have them there, ready to throw in my face!...

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Vishweshwara, my lord my devotion
I was once born; I think you knew it
I lost something far, not far from my feet 
But now it is extreme from my heart

It is my confidence, courage, curiosity
I am missing my poetic ardor
I am lacking my statistic fervor
I am...

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Beneath the land of frothy cloud and azure sky
Earthlings of the most diverse kinds still enthrall
Like summer winds from breezes to monsoons
And all their stony statures like statues stand erect
To remind us humans we are so loathe to change
Like granite stones having formed into planets
Except...

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For hours
her whole world was 
hunting for rocks at the
banks of the shallow
narrow river that runs 
through the canyon behind
the house.

On her knees,
wrist deep in the
icy current, she
sifts through piles of 
polished stones, 
searching for the 
perfect little pebble.

She slips the pebble 
safely in that...

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Close by the shore at peak of summer’s day
The pebbles flat and small and mostly round
Are chosen, smoothed by salty ocean spray
And flown with flick of wrist and hum of sound
They skip, then enter softly through the glass
Of waters amber brown and brackish blue
Creating on...

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Pebbles

Thoughts are merely pebbles
Being gently washed by a passing stream.

You are the stream.

Thoughts are merely pebbles on a beach
Being gently rounded by crashing waves.

You are the waves.

Thoughts are merely pebbles in the sand.
Being gently worn by the passing wind.

You are the wind
My words can escape...

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