Short Cobblestone Poems
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Elegance adorned in black; with red stilettos...
Standing amid diversions cobblestone square
She, aside gargoylias ancient flowing fountain.
the stones are smooth from years of wear
but not the jostle to cross the square
written June 16, 25 for Nette Onclaud's Crystalline Contest
can you
hear the
sound of
sweet rain
tap dancing
to the tune
while
i
am
singing in
the rain
upon
the
cobblestone streets of Spain
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
The slow breeze blew, the damp haze flew,
Tiny droplets freely flowed;
The winds serenade as the trees gently swayed
Way up the cobblestone road.
The cobblestones echo the night,
The feet of those in search of the light.
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Nette Onclaud
June 17, 2025.
Wounds once buried beneath soft steps,
now echo through me, stone by stone undone.
Contest: Crystalline Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: June 14, 2025
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood."
~Tom Robbins
The time for cobblestone is past;
follow the yellow brick road at last?
As I stroll along
A cobblestone path
A sight to behold indeed
Rows of flowers
Adorn each side
Embrace such beauty to be
My fondest one
That I most gaze upon
Is the one
Angels call Lilly
cheese croissant and café au lait
at a cobblestone street bakery
on boulevard du Montparnasse
soaking in the sun and the vibes
of a parisian sunday morning
AP: 1st place 2025
Rain poured the night before
Reviving cobblestone
Ribbons round tambourine
Rollick, she kept ringing
Response of the peasants
Remarkable impact.
Ray of blush on her face
9/2/2023
Currently watching a drunken man stumble on the cobblestone
wondering why he is drunk and alone, wandering the streets he will roam...
by: Roxanna Johnson
for: 'What you will contest'
The echoes dance
on the walls of the alleyway,
to the rhythm of arrival.
My heart races with joy,
while listening to the melody
of your heels growing nearer
on the quaint cobblestone...
Colloquial touches frame the
gay repartee
Above the clink of glasses
strained eyes stares
where cobblestone roads
merge at Harts Crossing
Lovers walk on cobblestone
in a silent night
under lantern's amber glow
shadows meld so tight
whispers won't deny
when a Midnight rain is brought
to a softer sigh
9/14/17 contest Seguidilla
Recesses of my mind harbor such tender memories
Integrity most cherished in their sublime remembrances
Overtones rich of fond embraces at each turn
Reassuring the footing on cobblestone meanderings
AP: 1st place 2021
Folklore drifts
past cobblestone
like ash.
Along High street,
I traipse through secrets,
foraging
ghosts in
Castle Rock’s
slate gaze.
I stir up
ancestors
to warm my spirit
as an Auld Reekie dawn
bares
its dented armor.
Creamy hot chocolate
bathes windowpanes
Two Clydesdales trot smartly
down cobblestone lanes
Through the trees, moon rises
pools of light, reflection's prayer
Rest now, reminders
~ of an era unscared
Narrow cobblestone lanes
The clop-clop of horse-drawn buggies
The crack of the whip...
Pots of Steam on blackened stoves
Whooping cough, scarlet fever
Stale bread, castor oil...
Traced backwards through dreams gone—
Saw a cobblestone path creasing palm of land
Slowly, images ripened beneath memory’s dawn
Faded, pattering feet stroking stone into sand.
2010.10.
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Ambling and ankling on red brick and cobblestone
gone are your cottons and calicoes.
Factory skeletons repurposed,
phantom workers operate
Ghost looms in condo kitchens.
The sun sets like a watermelon dashed
off the Moody Street Bridge.
They travel at the speed of light
The horsemen passed me by
Through cobblestone streets, at night
The horsemen passed me by
Long black capes and rings of fire
The horsemen passed me by
Mount your horse if you desire
The horsemen fill this sky
As fragmented skies weep
My night of gray
Monochrome memories
And cobblestone
Dreams silently await
The break of day
when suddenly I hear
The telephone!
Written by Emile Aug. 19th , 2015 for “VISUAL OF A VERSO - Poetry Contest”
Raindrops falling on cobblestone streets
Reflecting in glints of gold like tweets,
Reminding me the world I walk
Returns to dusty chalk~
Remolded by the Master's hand,
Replete with peace throughout the land;
Respite for the weary, the lion and the Lamb.
cobblestone streets
heading to the center of town
happy walk to and fro
haiku 1© 05.23.12
oceans apart
across the blue and the green
wayward walk
haiku 2 © 05.24.12
slate blue sea
across the table where I sit
moist eyestare
haiku 3 © 05.24.12