Rock Poems - Poems about Rock

In Nigeria’s heart, the wonders shine, From Ogbunike Caves to Yankari’s line. Farin Ruwa falls with power and grace, While Owu’s waters dance in place. Olumo Rock stands strong and wide, Idanre Hills with age and pride. Obudu’s mountains, calm and high, Where Niger and Benue rivers lie....

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You see. Pops is deep blue collar mixed with old school honesty... he's no drama queen He recently told me he's had a chain of strange- opaque dreams about the nearing the end of his being. If a lifespan were a baseball game I think pops is in the ninth inning. I think my rock is preparing me for his sinking preparing...

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l see a bridge, it's a river of glass on roof tops high, and dense views of grass it floats up above, in clouds of the sky how is it done ? l keep wondering why its a place now of wonder, that visitors go a UNESCO forest, that millions flow a vision of beauty and peace...

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people wrinkle with age rocks do the exact opposite smooth and round like babes...

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You know you've hit rock bottom for sure when you find your track in a used record store under a stack at the very back of the ten pee CD rack (does anyone buy them anymore?) and you know you've hit the all-time low it's a sure bet when you don't see your song in any list at all on the worldwide internet rock bottom don't...

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Rock bottom is a dark lonely place One people will pray to never see It's overflowing with the lowest lows Reminding you of a life full of misery The select few who are exiled there Forced to travel God's forsaken road alone With potholes of pain and lanes of loneliness This road is where desperation is...

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Old Rock Stone : Crystal shown random simple Quartz, not to carry wisdom....

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Quarried figures who guard the shore Dead eyes linger on a world before ...

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Wind chill ice pick flails “perma” stone, rough storm weatherer’s bleak graveside moan!...

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Ripped souvenirs tucked like debris Old rock preserves them through history. Nette onclaud Contest,Create A Crystalline 06.24.25 ...

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The old Rock Stone rests in the dirt It renews life when it's collected Heidi Sands 6/14/25...

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It’s fifty years since people said Look… on the tele… Hitler And maybe you just sat there stunned Like something big had bit ya There, on the keyboard, Ronald Mael His brother, Russ, the singer They grabbed me then, forevermore Their song? A real humdinger Five decades on, they're in my soul I’m sure they’ve shaped my humour They’re an integral part of...

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As this river gives, not giving a damn Emptying out the lake of hate, I am This ecosystem dies, but was it alive? Just surviving on dreams that I kept inside Confusion fills me, deep as this hole The sinkhole depths mirror my soul No reflections to see, nothing left to find Just hollowing cries, and thoughts unkind Saturated tears, muddled in fears A...

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in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ...

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By the way a rock pigeon cooed Deliberately out of sight And moved me to rise from bed With my own jingle in heart And July's breath stills the pond In its disarming manner And robs the chimes of their song And warms the oleander And the way a cottontail ...

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