Cobble Poems - Poems about Cobble

...Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said. A meely worm collector who is always well-fed. I love them he told me, want to give one a try? They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye......Read the rest...

...THE MICE ARE OUT TONIGHT The mice are out, it is a wonderful night The waxing moon is in a laid back mood Mice pass through the grass out of sight About “em, there's a mysterious attitude Th......Read the rest...

...Italia we strolled the country side throughout the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases tha......Read the rest...

...do not look for me among gravestones by black attire once chiselled ergo sum but instead a mother’s arms a womb from whence laid cobble stones I paved in tears, in many strides and tread alo......Read the rest...

...At the Butter Exchange Is grand commerce in motion Yet be under no illusion Of the merchant’s potion ‘Clip, Clop,’ Go horses’ shoes On the cobble stones of Lancaster Quay From nearby offic......Read the rest...

...Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said. A meely worm collector who is always well-fed. I love them he told me, want to give one a try? They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye......Read the rest...

...The thirst to tell stories To understand what came before And how, stumbling stupidly with bloodshot and laughing eyes we cobble together little piles of rocks which from afar tower to a some......Read the rest...

...He walks through murky puddles cobble stone City full of busy sounds and movements Time advancing enhancing improvements. Passer-byers in the youthful sunny' hours Social compl......Read the rest...

...Plunged onto this planet Seemingly from outer space Your list of desires will be long Your list of needs will be short Boil it down to the basics We all need to be seen and heard In or......Read the rest...

...New poem/Emanciated Pigeon: Gypsy Queen silent king keep your city clean The fortune of cats eye red Enjoying life on Mars Burning oil blackened tires sweaty palms Charging full speed trying to l......Read the rest...

...Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem I (analogous to a rolling stone) confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera semblance of rea......Read the rest...

...cobble stone alleys muted rivulets of hope a flash of lightning......Read the rest...

... I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have never wanted to leave. It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture. It is located where two rivers meet, t......Read the rest...

...Her head was on last night. She has many different heads - there interchangeable. She's no potato head though just a figure of speech and expression with lots of playful parts. When her hea......Read the rest...

...Struggle to write Witnessed courtesy the following poetic sight especially when dark shadows foretell edge of night twilight zone expanding into outer limits of width and height obscuring webb......Read the rest...