Short Cobbled Poems
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forests of my heart
evergreen human seasons
sun and snow melt me
majestic mountain
cobbled stone - rarefied air -
divine ambition
After sun's radiant light
Night's silhouettes dance swiftly
Shadows 'pon cobbled side walk
Dark recesses do enclose
Moonlight's trickling beams circle
Little boy's shadow does grow
Deep thoughts~soon he'll be that tall
at the cusp where Kemah
cups a bridge from cobbled concrete
in gradual rise
beginning its arc before me
I pier out on the able ocean and wade to the far away side
for a less obstructed view,
leaking crumbs for the homeless pigeons
all the while.
The sobriety of others cross
Our paths in shadowed lines
Their blur, a noise, a quiet breeze
Recedes in stretching time
Small permanence of our design
That we exchange in parts
Across the cobbled stone we stride
Hard fashioned, in who we aren’t
the war was well
on its way
mottled and coddled
battled and bottled
before the
front was modeled
the frontline was hobbled
the forefront was cobbled
dark hearts be doubled
light hearts be troubled
the war is well
on its way
Onto the paper, leaks black unforgiving tears
With every stroke of pain, something magical is displayed
Scars and scratches from an abusive defeat
Cobbled thoughts sketched in the fibers
Today, a horrible mess
Tomorrow, the masterpiece you've been waiting for
Ow, my darkling
My lope for you is endive
There will never be anonymous
To take your peace
Your voice sinks to me
in lovely harmless
Yoghurt heart beats with mine
in unisom
Togother we wall in steep
drown life$s cobbled pathetic
Handle in hand
forever, foreman
Hello darkness we meet again
I walk the cobbled streets
Listening to the sounds of the raindrops falling
Watching people writing songs and poems through the sounds of silence
I see a neon light fly above the sky
While prophets of the words were written on the bus shelter.
Visions
only in the dark
a stick
guides me down cobbled stone streets
fear once gripped me, now runs
coffee with phantoms
dead and blind make good friends
pretty lies
pretty dark
in darkness I hide
pretty skies
wine falls
wayside
broken glasses
Crimson flows thickly
over cobbled stone,
running like water
so sickly smooth,
the irony smell is
filling the air,
making it hard to breath,
as it pools around my feet,
i can feel the warmth fade,
finally noticing that from my
wrist it trickles,
i collapse, as my vision
fades to black.
Form:
Diametric …
art and commerce
Twining symbols
colors adverse
Yin & Yang
divergent segues
Each stigmatic
bloddy payday
Fraternal image
Louvre / Montmartre
Black tie bidding
cobbled heart
A poor man sings
a rich man vies
On bartered canvas
—truth defies
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Tim. Your latest poems stirred the memory of this one I recently penned.
I stumble down a street, cobbled with broken dreams,
hobbled by those memories chained around my heart.
Tears glisten as they're captured by silver moonbeams
tossed from Luna's fair hand as mine are gently caught.
Rain coming for a long time
Changes coming down too soon
I used to run like cobbled stones
Can't seem to carry down the hill
the overlapping branches remain undisturbed
Used to think of Ferris wheels
All neon rides come down,
luminous signposts
Freedoms come a long way down
I need to talk to someone
Karlovy Vary
(Czech Republic)
The thoughts of the town
sing their songs.
Under the colonnades
light of the past
is breaking forth.
Cobbled pavements
-clear–
blend with
the presence.
Over old roofs
lingers musik
from Dvorak Park,
with tiny steps
a new time
is moving on.
Form:
BRIEF ROMANCE
Fell for a Scottish girl long ago. Pretty as a picture, but
Heart as cold as an empty Edinburgh street on a wet
January Monday morning, when the chiseled
Craigleith sandstone blackened by smoke
Repels the rain from the Forth,
And the steep roofs pour
Water into the runnels
Down the cobbled
Streets.
Pieced together thin slices
like a slivered moon
mosaic
cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain
Fractured glints of crashed boundaries
uncollected past dues
mingled souls’ shredded fabric
a patchwork insane
shimmered moonglow does knock on
your window each night
poke your nose through the fog
and unlock the safety chain
like taunted tiger
seeped'n saucy anger
felon fury fostered
fiery feelings triggered
callous claws smirk
dripping lanky lurch
saucy silhouette scribbled
with whooshing wiggle
naive cubs cobbled
as rustling rage
smite tainted trace
intruder felon phrase
same, salient emotions
strap squishy combustions.
'20:02:17:15:44
Empty room with no windows
just things made out of stones.
A broken dream reflecting images
from another world.
A tree atop of a wide cobbled stairs,
leading to afar place.
White pages left empty no words
to describe my aching heart.
No rainbow, no colours just a grey sky.
Waking up is a relief from this
broken dream.
The Rain falls within my heart,
The cobbled street wastes away below my feet,
Clouds of despair form over my head,
The gloomy looks of passers by as i drag myself from corner to signpost.
The Buildings are a cage of no escape,
They force me within myself to find freedom,
Seeking a Light i know i wont find,
I continue walking..
With no end.
Distant dreams do dare to derail my train of doubts,
Eyes gobbling the cobbled stone streets seen,
Leading to a shop filled of things tagged with alloted time
But the tickle of the wind next to sea bound vesels,
and the smell of their work that feeds our souls,
Is what brings a little peace into focus,
When I'm unceasingly searching for my goals.
If I could,
I would kiss your green and living lips with words
take the notes of garden birds and wrap myself in song
bend the trees and bid them do my written will,
caress your honeyed stones to better hear thy whispered tune,
held within my grateful arms from thatch to cobbled floor
safe inside your ancient door and mullioned charms
I need no more
Shrouded in darkness
He walks steadily
Down the cobbled street
Ephemeral breath
D r i f t i n g
Into the cold foggy air
His footsteps echoing...
A mysterious stranger
Heading for a rendezvous
With death.
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No of words: 30
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© 16th November 2017
The Hen
Goes cluck cluck cluck
Then comes the Crane
Selling his D refrain
Hen react
The web is cobbled
The spiders finished their jobs
Out come the flies
Nature, tried to defy
He recant
Cyanide kills all the living
Chemical dreams
Make the sane ones scream
Life moves on
Then care no more
As they live in poetic illusions
Or so it seems...
In the shadow of love,
The restless shuffle
And shun, as if in
Recovery. Fallen
Bliss burns, like hot coals
Under anxious feet,
Molecules surrender
One upon the other.
Serendipitously,
Nature's adventurous
Spirit absorbs the spill of
Cast down shadows,
Sheaths of fallen love,
On the wings of angels,
Mercifully cobbled
Into hearts and bones.
The path to eternity
weaves and turns
As choices deceive
and judgment burns
Its labyrinth changing
and mirror lined
Voices in transit
new order unrhymed
Pursuit often folly
refusal is death
The push is internal
escaping your breath
Beginnings unending
the past in refute
Each moment unfolding
—beyond all repute
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)