Grain Poems - Poems about Grain

A grain of sand In torched desert land Though many around Burned with no pain or sound No man or machine Can tell the difference in between Though they look the same Each one has a different name Even if you don't what to call A brick and a brick make a wall Repetition of the same Different...

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what glows? who knows? fortune deleted K(afka) coughs it pains me/he/we (hehehe) Goodbye/Hello: poetry a Thesis just another YouTube video stuck in profound rain smirking in beguiling glasses smoking a chamomile cigar How sweet it is (was?)! dangerous road conditions misfortune detected K(afka) croaks Where's his (my) Oscar? Hello friends! Failure is the only option Hello/Goodbye: poetry in the House of Antithesis Hell needs help sticking to shticks in the rain mostly cloudy Goodnight & good luck Saturday...

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You are just a grain of sand in an endless hourglass, time flows ceaselessly, And one day you will be gone, stardust scattered in the cosmic wind of forgetting, Maybe in twenty years, maybe tomorrow at dawn, when the sky is barely waking, So am I, a fleeting shadow on the earth that continues to breathe, The world will...

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People are like a grain of sand shifting daily...

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Against the grain Resistance to the Appearances of What is undesired.. Constructing a future With a pleasant Granular flow.. The plan of a Reformer Progressive Self helper.. Stories of resistance Against the grain Already freedom......

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The gold of the chest is broken, and the hand that falls hard becomes rice, The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside. The force that makes it strong The giver one day becomes the eater, as night. He is now a merchant, Not a farmer, a bloody knife. With one hand, he now donates, He took it back with another hand....

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The gold of the chest is broken, and the hand that falls hard becomes rice, The fruit turns into iron when it goes inside. The force that makes it strong The giver one day becomes the eater, as night. He is now a merchant, Not a farmer, a bloody knife. With one hand, he now donates, He took it back with another...

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Sand only looked to alight, find some alone-time in the muck no fuss was meant, it is only a space as big as a grain taken, escaping its identical brethren of billions on the sea floor. Oyster only opened his rigid lips to rinse, to breathe the brine, to move a snack through his labial palps in private, when a tiny intruder, unwelcome, unbidden,...

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Grain of sand, Why have you come home with me? Why have you left the others? Don’t you feel alone? Oh, I’m fine wherever I find myself. Grain of sand, How do you find a place for yourself amidst thousands of others? Don’t you feel lost? Oh, we create room for one another, Altruism is our watchword. No one hoards what others need. Grain of sand, How...

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soft whiteness handheld gulf of mexico's finest glistening beauty...

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As I trudge across the Thar desert, western India, up and down the waves of the undulating dunes, my inquisitive sight is focused on their shining surface. One tiny quartz grain of sand catches my eye. I feel the grain is ready for a dialogue with me. So I ask : Where do you come from? Sand grain (SG) : Far...

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A reporter balked at his assignment for the week. Too insulted to keep quiet, he complained, “I’ve never talked to a grain of sand before!” “Yet, you must become meek and DO it,” was the response. To the beach, he walked. He zeroed in on one insignificant (he thought) grain. “Hello, down there—uh, well, Grain. As a reporter, I’ve...

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quote: " Life is Dry as a desert, lest you find the oasis of love" .. Tanu Vermani In timeless talk, with a grain of sand I sat, From beaches wide to river's flat. Voiceless, yet with tales profound, Ages old, and wars unbound. Through time's vast expanse it flew, With camel caravans it grew. Desert battles, blood-stained land, Sands bear witness,...

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Me: How did you start out? Sand: I was born a rock. About 5 inches round and weighting about a six pounds. Me: Now did you become just a tiny grain of sand? How did you get so small? Sand: I have been in this huge ocean for many years. ...

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A grain of sand. Is too meek to stand. Why are you so small? Why are you stuck on my beach ball? I can’t hear you. You are stuck in my shoe! My shoe, I am shaking. And you are quaking. As you fall to the ground. At first, you cannot be found. You are too small. To even make a phone call. I ask why you...

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