Boulder Poems - Poems about Boulder

One must imagine Sisyphus’s boulder, marble-sized these days And Ozymandias’ plaque, spinning despair into praise Look on, ye hypocrites, and sneer at my undoing Your universe is a giant sandpit, entropy accruing Their legacies long crumbled, eroded by rust Gods built the wrong way, on scaffolds of dust Virtue or vice register equally the same Except between stars, there’s space for one more...

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I've been yearning to know the winds routine I've learnt your skyward motion put away your chemise unburden your soul soon you will be sailing running aground is there disarray to cut away this old boulder ? ...

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The summer sea sky has traveled inland and the rolling of the Spanish hills make me hungry for adventure I am feet on the dashboard, a mouth full of salt water, a nosebleed that is somehow romantic I am lost in the vast wilderness of summertime, the gray-green galaxies of 9 PM daylight, and all I see...

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Don’t take for granite who you are Just be a little boulder Remember that you’re made of stars And someday when you’re older You may be a marble statue That the pebbles gaze upon And the world shale marvel at you And of quartz you will rock on....

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And there it comes crashing down all the way to midfield bearing an anchor and a crown and an inscription buried in the ground that reads epitaph of a derailed dream. Thousands pack the soccer stadium waiting anxiously for the match to begin; at the brawling sound whistle of the boys began sing. They spread...

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They can be a lot heavy: The Shoulder; By the dying felt like boulders; And one keeps groaning: The Carrier, As their weight become scarier! They are the parts we hold high And passers-by confront confidence We lower them and there’s “A why?... On-lookers sniffing diffidence When shoulders portray blocks, One has been frequenting the gym And if...

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A solid breeze blows. Leaving no boulder unturned It hasn't to be there....

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WE WILL ROCK YOU Growing older Pushing his boulder Sisyphus retired to the valley And there he yearned To be the ball return In the bowling alley...

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A tragic mass shooing has occurred once more. This time, in a Boulder, Colorado grocery store. Today, it seems there is no safe place to go. Incidence of gun violence seems to grow. The number of murdered victims amounted to ten. It looks like we cannot keep this from happening again. From a news story found on CNN.com ...

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Like leaves caught in wind, Souls flew up into heaven. Those left on earth,wept! ...

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When will my boulder become too heavy for you to push up this mountain? Crushing you the beetle underneath the heel of my misguided foot When will you look down at your hands to see the scarlet wounds in your flesh your skin crying crimson tears All because you were trying to repair the glass vase that a child carelessly threw on...

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I was sitting on a boulder Up in the mountains one fine day, Looking all around at nature’s Display of mountains, trees and sky, Valleys and rivers down below During my Wednesday lunch break hour. How fortunate we are to come From our cities and towns below Away from their hustles, bustles, Noise and their concrete jungle lives And be able to see, enjoy This...

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Hard Head Like Big Boulder Trump had hard head like big boulder; Was ostentatious as he became older; We could not resist; Scratched from list; He set fires that soon would smolder. Jim Horn...

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Since I left, you still govern my mind, like a rogue actor that dictator who rules an abandoned stage.... Like Sisyphus, I push you up the hill, after I contain the essence of you in the boulder. No punishment was greater than meeting you, I wait for the moment when the boulder rolls away forever, only then will the feather of...

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A lovely flower dowsed upon the lethargic rocks Gruesome idiocy lead to the battlefield of soldiers Cynical viewpoints closed like a lock Peace crushed in between the burdened boulders Fickle truces built upon greed Fighting oneself is our demise It's usually about what you and your family need How sorrow does arise To whom are we really fighting If we are only fighting our...

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