Cobblestone Poems - Poems about Cobblestone

All around the world There is art you can see You can touch And you can even walk on Cobblestones are not new They have been around forever Still very few take the time to look at them The beautiful designs some add Other archaic haphazard designs Each adds to the beauty of the medium If you get the chance to walk a cobblestone street Take...

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Big yellow buses, on days when it rains, Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains, Long summer evenings, with walks in the park, Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark, Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone, Nice to be back, always glad to be home....

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On ruby red sunsets demise Etched on gravestones sorrow Below the beds of cobblestones Less compromised then when alive Lie the fallen upon the morrow From the depths of empty wells Fire dragons rise to turn the tides of time Like dreams that twist and turn to life Caught in a sleep as well they might As Sunrise takes the light...

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didn't intend to be in another Irish pub but it's raining and they're so much better in the land of saints and scholars where musicians don't play for tourists John a school teacher brought the fiddle that he learned to play at his mom's set dances (Set dancing lessons--Mondays 7pm) Sarah, the pretty lass the other side of me brought her mom Mom's sipping Jameson because it's the best she...

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The sunlight tripped across the cobblestones. With silver damp dew each cobblestone shone. Glistening light, each unique rock did call. Between each of the rocks the moss had grown. The pathway called me, pulling me to walk With a hopscotch bouncing across the rocks. What lay up ahead? I had no idea. Fear and excitement lay in paradox. What town would it...

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to my kindred soul ...i know you are out there somewhere on the other side across cobblestone streets that scorn my feet, like hearts on the pathways and wrong turns of so called love i've been kissed but not by your lips nor with the same passion as the skies at dawn i've been wrapped in the contours of arms much like the bitter winds of autumn's sweeping nights shivering...

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Cobblestone heart She treads lightly on my cobblestone heart; As scarlet ,yellow and crimson flowers drip; from trellises on ancient stone walls, And beams of sunlight shine on towers of old, And clouds cast shadows on tables with wine, With glasses filled half way as thirsty patrons savor each sip. Her sundress waves...

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THAAAN SHE SAID FROM WHICH IS TO SPEAK TO THE BODY THE MIND THE SOUL AND THE SPIRT TO SEPARATE THE EMOTIONS OF LOSSES THE EMOTIONS OF GAINS THE THOUGHTS OF DOING AND THE REGRET OF NOT DOIN THE MINDSET OF REALITY AND THE REASONIONGS FOR BEING RIGHT EVEN IN TIMES OF WRONG THE EXPRESSION FROM THE NEED OF BELEIVING TO BEFREIND YOUR FOE AND SEPARATE YOURSELF FROM YOUR FREINDS THOSE WHO ARE...

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Of restless moonless blue sky, no stars sway. Through unfailing half-deserted winding cobblestone lanes, wall sconces light the way. Castle stone walls forged, dead ends are binding. The muttering retreats through half-deserted streets, shattered recall repeats. ...

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THE COBBLESTONE ROAD I was a road of cobblestone that led folks through the town, The people bought and sold on me from everywhere around. I saw the feet of priests and kings, of children and the aged, All traveling to get somewhere, in their own thoughts engaged. I wasn’t just the only way to get from here to there, For...

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The Braille of Cobblestone Keeper of darkness, of auras reaped from high seas, vast is your harvest of earth rumblings beset by molten tears to charred obsidian made hard glass. Such reflects primate-memory once clamored upon by man and beast running, dodging blade and spear as wash water dumped from windows high added slippery footing for predators ever lustful, ever hungry, ever historic. At the high...

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Cobblestone Echoes by Odin Roark Ancient stone keeper of darkness of auras reaped from high seas vast is your harvest from earth rumblings beset by molten tears to charred obsidian made hard glass reflecting where primates once...

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I met him the other day Passed by on the cobblestone Between the graves Though he dare not look up I could hear the sobs As wet drops fell His draped black cloak Tattered and flowing Billowing fog in the cemetery Chills ran down my spine Yet his sadness...

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Passing through the inner city, I see old buildings and landmarks. With paucity of people walking through the night, a real picture, wonder and amazement. It dawns on me the past, its history as a key to understand the whole lot I find some answers common to expectations that civilization caused hard work and labor. With all those stuffs and items displayed explain the...

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A stampede of shadows Along this Red cobblestone road Only dust in the wind...

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