Short Cobble Poems
Short Cobble Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cobble by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cobble by length and keyword.
On a starless rainless night
'fore my eyes...
The last of the snow-hill,
Wind-blown...
Melts
Left...
Is wet-marks,
On cobble-stone
Till, the next snowflake...
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.
Drops
Categories:
cobble, weather,
Form:
Verse
Church bells forged in the
flames of Irish history
Reign down in a full-circle ring
on crowded streets
Echo through soul worn cobble
stone half lit alleys
Bringing the gap where the
past and present meet.
Categories:
cobble, history
Form:
Couplet
A Mountain climbing I will go
over the foot paths
Over the cobble stones
Up and up I go step by step
higher and higher I climb
Over the boulders and over the rocks
Onwards and upwards
to the tip pity top I go.
Categories:
cobble, celebration, children, courage, destiny, happy, sky, song,
Form:
Free verse
The thirst to tell stories
To understand what came before
And how, stumbling
stupidly
with bloodshot and laughing eyes
we cobble together
little piles of rocks
which from afar
tower to a something other than Babel
Categories:
cobble, education,
Form:
Free verse
Whistling breeze, a pleasing song so dear to me
The sunlit drops dancing upon warm cobble streets
Dancing sakura so pink and pure of a snow below
Small creatures gliding across the pastures beside me
A perfect day to begin a song filled melodic spring
Categories:
cobble, animals, art, nature, places, seasons, song, song,
Form:
Free verse
Streets of years ago
Uneven,
Broken between time lapses
Old trolley tracks
That no one will ride on again
Cobble stones taken from history
And left behind in the present
Be careful walking through Brooklyn streets,
Their cracks are unforgiving memories.
Categories:
cobble, beautiful, home, writing,
Form:
Free verse
There is something about wine
That first glug when it’s poured
The first sip from the glass
The first time it makes you feel invincible.
When I sit at a table
On the cobble streets outside the bar
There is no drink I can think of more
That makes me feel alive.
Categories:
cobble, adventure, drink, love, paradise, travel,
Form:
Free verse
7 lines /7syllables
______________
she was touched by a phantom
becoming a phantom too
both boarded coral carriage
wheels grate cobble streets in mist
opera seats were waiting
then to swirl on dancing floor
she relished escaping hours
Categories:
cobble, dream, extended metaphor, fantasy, image, imagination, love,
Form:
Verse
Grief
a fluttering of moth wings
turns the air into minute
whorls of short breath.
space does a catstretch to infinity
then curls into a tight ball.
one, one, one
a word once insignificant
echoes through the mind
like midnight footsteps
on a drizzled cobble street.
alone
Categories:
cobble, grief,
Form:
Free verse
For a small poem
Night rain falls softly
On a cobble stones
Seen by a streetlamp
From roofs rain rolls
Down like tears and
Not a word is spoken.
A little nothing
A cat sits on
The steps
Not catching rats
Admires
The moon
Categories:
cobble, color, confidence, corruption, dance, death,
Form:
Blank verse
Walking down the cobble gravel roads barefoot I waddle
I embrace my soul I hold I cuddle
I'll take off my shoes and then my bare feet I dance in the puddle
Singing the sweet words my grandma used to muther
So I stop walking in the water
I stand tall
I shall not fall
I stand tall
Barefoot
12/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
cobble, analogy, appreciation, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Angry Conifers
Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves
Categories:
cobble, absence, age, art,
Form:
ABC
Midnight in droplet puddles
murky cobble stone
after a crisp whiz of rain,
men sound left alone.
Portal kept silence
into a magical dew
of faint world's absence.
9/14/2017
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Sponsored By: nette onclaud
1. Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.
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Categories:
cobble, fantasy, imagery, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
A Parisian smile
Awakens and touches me
After years of being away;
Cobble-stoned street
Of silky chestnuts
Echoes the steps
Of shadowy lovers who
Embrace and whisper shared sighs.
Music spills out
Of neighborhood bistros
As an aged dilettante
Recites his poetry
While pouring the house wine
For nodding audience
In state of ennui
While sitting in the sidewalk cafe.
Categories:
cobble, people, places, social,
Form:
Free verse
CRIMSON
Bougainville…
white washed
walls of hidden
hedonism
cobble stones of
past unknowns
Mediterranean
mysterious
Islands of
indulgence
salt and sea
a serene
version of you
and me placid
crimson hopes and
expectancies
lie in veiled
secrecy
the darkness
of disturbed
observances
clandestine
© Kim van Breda—21 December 2015
Categories:
cobble, fantasy, travel,
Form:
Personification
THE kiss of cold
--ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter's road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I'm told
kissing my footfalls
------------as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
Categories:
cobble, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
We're built to be uNeven.
In balance or Knot
We're Weaving.
Nature makes it this way
So the earth can sway
Else we'd be hot,
While freezing.
Look to your feet
If you don't believe me.
Touch your skin
Epidermis is breathing.
We wiggle when we wobble
And we giggle when we cobble,
Yes making shoes one too small
So we can hobble? lol!
Now THAT'S perfectly uneven.
Thinking.
;p
Categories:
cobble, funny, nature, giggle,
Form:
I do not know?
Mere words are placed upon the page
Where ink conjoins with pulp.
And higher themes than tongues can wage
Are sought in parsing prose.
Language is the mind’s attempt
To cobble thoughts from words,
Yet seeks discourse on things exempt
From rationale’s employ.
‘Tis not a boast upon the breast,
That burden to un-bear,
But hope that scripting at its best
Does speak without a breath.
Categories:
cobble, 12th grade, confidence, hope, imagination, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
(Chopin's Ghost)
THE kiss of cold
--ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter's road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as i walk alone
The cobble-path stones;
across the way as i walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul i hear
Chopin playing upon air.
My friend-soul i am told
kissing my footfalls
- - - _ - _--> as i go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
Categories:
cobble, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
do not look for me
among gravestones by black attire
once chiselled ergo sum
but instead a mother’s arms
a womb from whence laid cobble stones
I paved in tears, in many strides
and tread along forever
then glistening bud
and falling leaf
find me somewhere in between
where I’ve sat
among scenes of many views
the hourglass and all its sand
a grain within grains, find me
and shall not all ends
deliver all beginnings
Categories:
cobble, death, deep, life, metaphor, nature, philosophy, time,
Form:
Free verse
Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said.
A meely worm collector who is always well-fed.
I love them he told me, want to give one a try?
They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye.
I had one before, I lied through my mouth and my nose.
These worms gave me the creeps from my head down to my toes.
Suit yourself Corn Cob Cobbie said, popping two in his mouth.
I watch his esophagus twitch and wiggle as they both headed south.
Categories:
cobble, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said.
A meely worm collector who is always well-fed.
I love them he told me, want to give one a try?
They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye.
I had one before, I lied through my mouth and my nose.
These worms gave me the creeps from my head down to my toes.
Suit yourself Corn Cob Cobbie said, popping two in his mouth.
I watch his esophagus twitch and wiggle as they both headed south.
Categories:
cobble, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
He staggered down the cobble stoned avenue,
weaving through narrow passages,
wondering where the road would end.
Walls rose up around him,
shuttered windows obscuring quiet lives,
quiet loves, and passing fancies.
In the distance, snow covered peaks tower
above the village, heavy with
winter’s white abundance.
Will he find his way home?
Will the snows stay until Spring’s thaw?
Will the town survive ‘til dawn?
We’ll never know.
Categories:
cobble, allegory, life
Form:
Free verse
My soul in the darkness it did abide,
The essence of my life slipping between this life and the next.
On the fringe of suicide and contemplating death.
I see a small light in the darkest time.
I reached out for help and my soul began to take flight.
Each street light and cobble stone left behind as my soul yearned for the rising Son.
Who embraced my soul and gave me life so I might live forever and ever by his grace. I am blessed indeed!
Categories:
cobble, best friend, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
(this poem is a bout falling asleep but there is no category for it)
Heavy lids; burning eyes,
no more chance of getting high.
Dreams both start but don't sound,
as carriage carts drag on cobble stones.
Your heart - slow baritone beats,
pulling you away to sleep.
And it suffers you,
for your loss of control.
It scares you too.
Still, down you must go.
Into the vast sea
of nascent mortality
of terminal vistas.
The hindmost journey
being quiescent aloft.
Categories:
cobble, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme