Cobblestones Poems - Poems about Cobblestones

... Echoes of the Heart I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of rain, Where gas lamps flicker with desire, casting shadows in disdain. Their dim glow danc......Read the rest...

... Grandfather, Father, Son- three legends are: they served their City service very well. From 30s through the 80s, each a star; as Firemen- many dangers each befell. Three generations gladly to......Read the rest...

...Sun-kissed stones, where shadows play, Whisper secrets of a bygone day. Grand Canal, in sapphire dressed, Reflects the love within ones heart. Gondolas glide, like whispered sighs, Through wat......Read the rest...

...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 d......Read the rest...

...the melodic sound of rain running through the red cobblestones of Spain while singing underneath my red umbrella......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the Philippine’s embrace Is a metropolis pulsating with life Concrete veins coursing with stories Unfolding each day within the urban tapestry Tall buildings stretch towards the......Read the rest...

.... If i’m finding theirn whensoever ‘Pon the City Center’s Cobblestones howsoever My ......Read the rest...

.... click click click click Her heels So professional Hern rush ‘Cross the cobblestones i......Read the rest...

... In the languishing life’s listless landscape, the paved path along convolute contours of uncertainty, winds undefined to the fading fringe of time future, beyond the perception of the......Read the rest...

... His footsteps an echo chamber on cobblestones Ruminative walking - shoulders are slumped Bruise, wounds and lacerations coagulated blood Sour mouth ...bile ......Read the rest...

...Planning on a birthday treat for my man; from Polish descent, I’ll do what I can. The rollmops was just one of his vices. One bruises with rolling pin the spices: juniper berries, allspice, clove......Read the rest...

...— — — — — — A walk through the old town and a girl on the street near the stone bridge. Brown eyes with withered memory covered the crying soul, which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes......Read the rest...

...Lovingly, Apu Prithwiraj Chowdhury Pulu, how are you? Are you all well, these days? This pen is down on spark, too soon, quite a dismay! These letters are tracing more and more blurry , even ......Read the rest...

...astonished fingertips trace these patterns worn into my skin ornaments of age, as cobblestones from medieval towns persist even as skyscrapers push at their edges is there some wisdom I ......Read the rest...

...Does light exist without an object to reflect against Are good intentions worth the time as latency projects The cobblestones that lead to hell a long and one-way path Without an act ......Read the rest...