Rocks Poems - Poems about Rocks

...The memory of an agape lasts. communion communes. Was this why he desired to dine with his dear disciples? It's not a meal for a meal or a tune for other tunes. It's a psychosomatic soul beyond bi......Read the rest...

...Those who were blind, deaf, dumb, and held by the evil powers Like chicks from the eagle-hold or deer from the tiger-hold They felt freedom dawning and mercies flowing like showers. Forgetting all......Read the rest...

... The limestones are smoothed, ? rounded by time, fashioned and shaped? by sculpturing winds.? ? They remind me of village girls?, broad in the hips, love handles,? not at all like the bony wal......Read the rest...

...Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities. I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished By the eternal warmth of your wor......Read the rest...

...I wish to break through, to heal my soul with the whiteness of words, But they hide in my shadow like shy animals. My story is a forest where the echo of footsteps has been lost, And my pain is th......Read the rest...

...Rainbow nation It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent  mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand  When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape  of peace and camel dung Before the de......Read the rest...

...Sundrenched sorrows Sundrenched worries of tomorrow’s Troublesome wind and rain Driving me and you insane I can’t be sane… Anxious as always It remains here to stay… Going through these days......Read the rest...

... “Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.” Confucius Confluence Confluence of two loving hearts, ......Read the rest...

...I have almost everything I've ever wanted I have been granted answers to almost every dream The only things I don't have are pretty much the unreachable The unattainable The totally impossible ......Read the rest...

...I stood at the bus stop deciding which way to go and I look towards the East and my adrenaline starts to flow, the traffic was going one way and wind was blowing the other way, and perspiration start......Read the rest...

...Will the world be reborn? Or will this empty bliss be all that we know? What can we do? Can we say anything? If we can keep on living like we did, then how will we know? Where do we come ......Read the rest...

...Then: The sun rises. My world is small. Everything has yet to happen. One day, I'll go to school and learn important things - Like my brothers - I wish I was a year older. I wonder, "who am......Read the rest...

...Jester collects round clocks He puts them in his lap Barely moving, so none of them rocks. He is a gentleman without flap Sits primly with his back straight Protecting his bounty for sure Jes......Read the rest...

...My life is like a shoe. A shoe filled with glue. Thinking I’m stepping into something helpful. But ends up taking a toll. Sticking to my socks. I can tread rocks! But as I become worn. I wish ......Read the rest...

...walking down cracked sidewalks, kicking rocks and acorns further ahead, hoping for a sound of birds, but chirps of squirrels abound. yesterday blinded my eyes, today the clouds bring d......Read the rest...