Granite Poems - Poems about Granite

...______________________________________________________________ There'd needn't be no digs of earth or clumps of clay that weigh my girth, ......Read the rest...

...O I have yet seen a giant so great reveal its natural beauty, with pride above all surroundings it stands, constant but fairly moody. Its eyes from high above they watch but not a word they sp......Read the rest...

... on rocky coastlines stand historic lighthouses beacons of safety protectors of ships their lights shine far out to sea upon granite shores keeping watch each night sentinels st......Read the rest...

... I was a lttle girl, so wistfully in thought back then. Wearing a silk kimona, dreams of a sivered, shiny pen. A special place in my heart, then, suddenly came to be, Bright pink, soft t......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

...She's a rhapsodic tale of might beyond falu dynamics sailing through heartbreak's stormy strikes and Lupus fight. In an exchange of blows with darkness, she steams in granite, kindness gleam......Read the rest...

...The sun beats brighter than it did last month, with mercury up in the low forties, my time is running out for winter fun, March is such a bittersweet time to ski. Brown stains in the snow still l......Read the rest...

...After I'm buried in a common grave, simply marked by a grey headstone made of granite, no human voice will rave; isolated as in life: I won't condemn fate! Death is the end of everything held ......Read the rest...

...On-off, the sum of all thought given; a light switch is poor a choice for our soul I'm allowed to answer right or wrong; tell me, then, what gives me power soul? Gardens are planted meant to be b......Read the rest...

...These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you. My sorrowful thoughts w......Read the rest...

..."Let the sea be my grave and the crest of waves my monument," ... by the Poet. As winds embrace a mound of cold in distant view where life unfolds, and flowers bloom in colorfu......Read the rest...

...New red-leaf candles glow in a green room jungle cathedral; buttress-rooted forest-columns climb to a sun-starred sky in jig-saw pieces; wings stretch feathers over gravity; voices whisper, ‘Bew......Read the rest...

...The itch to love and satiate pride swallowed too long stifles breath without emancipation A tragic capitulation to self Pride, perhaps acerbic, leaves morsels to ruminate and loves to regu......Read the rest...

...Long have they labored in their mossy wetness. Weeping stones, time-etched into permanence. For Those sorrowing marble angels are no longer lamenting A long-buried woe. Sometimes I think ......Read the rest...