Boulders Poems - Poems about Boulders

(Number 5) Smiles rise over the ridge. Courts creek, a childhood dream. Commonsense, not even a smidge. Barefoot on boulders, eyes agleam. Staggering sight of matchstick bridge. ...

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Frequently left with no logic when wet with amorous magick; Dragonflies and rolling boulders, cohesive thought left in embers; A soft touch in heavy silence leads to an act of defiance; Locked up with metallic handcuffs you won’t hear me utter rebuffs; To follow the heartbeat in me? They may say it’s a bit crazy; Arrested ‘cause I won’t comply, I’ll plead the...

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By George P. Lumayag https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/ It's hard to move the boulders; it's hard to roll them manually; and it's hard to push them away from each other. I just stay in between them and climb on the top of the massive one....

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Old white liberal man, going off on another white guilt rant. Readily Bending over because of the wrinkled past. but there's no magic iron to smooth a wounded land.. Always appeasing and promising forever freebies is shallow and sneaky, void of heart and soul. Quilting patches of color just to buy a few...

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Stuck between a rock And a few boulders Who say’s life gets better Or easier as we get older? Life can be great But it can also smolder. You Can do it alone Although it’s better with a shoulder. Life can be good and rough. That’s up to the beholder...

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I find solace among the trees It's a very quiet place to be Away from human interaction buried in the heart and soul of the convention Boulders scattered underneath the trees spanning over many centuries I wonder how they got there The ice age must have deposited them there Rotten logs lay flat between them repeating a favorite bible verse Where the tree...

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Grains Of Sand, Pretending To Be Boulders After winning, do try to be a real winner your moment may make or break another. Nobody lives in the glory their mind conjures except those lost thinking in fantasy. Starving people want more food to eat not words and praise of your feats. Think again, consider life is a mystery the importance of you lives...

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Written January 17, 2015 I was born to the hunter I was raised with the sheep I was brought in with the soldiers I was told not to fall asleep I was told not to wonder What lies on the otherside Once I was a loner Loitered around with the stoners Who sought only to dream But for the days when their dreams came true Hand...

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Zulu drum Egyptian people gather Chant for freedom Sesame seed music Power to the soul Amazing marketplace Amazing fortress Military gather power Zulu drum Mosques chant Church goers pray Lonely Wolf cries out The Pyramids shake Large question mark on the future One thing can change they say Egyptian boulders...

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Migrating boulders, Drink in a placid basin: Shepherd by the light....

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Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's; and we proudly chalked it up to our experience. Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders, have lost their captious and so beatific image, and quite too often we got pinched by burdock, distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse...

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THEY CAME LIKE THE CONQUERING HEROES OF THEIR HOLY CRUSADE. BASTERDISING EVERY HEATHEN AS SOME SORT OF GODS MISTAKE. CIVILISATION STUMBLED AGAINST THE WILD AND PAINTED CLANS, SO THEIR WALL OF CONFRONTATION COULD NOT DEFEAT THE WILL OF MAN. ON THIS LAND WHERE I WAS BORN STOOD ONLY CHIEFS OF COMMON CLANS. THEN CAME THOSE KINGS OF SERVANT...

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