Stone Poems - Poems about Stone

...Beauty, a siren song upon the breeze, Whispers to hearts where kindred spirits sigh. Souls, crowned with thorns, yet yearning to appease The world's harsh symphony, with each fractured cry. A......Read the rest...

...The reality I have gave for space For the reality of the presence of being. By the formation of the substance and elements. Those who are not in space;sand,stone parts,duststones. Stones inte......Read the rest...

...Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to......Read the rest...

...A poet’s journey as goes on A winding wobbly road That hath many ups and downs known, To me it scarce sounds odd Were he to see dusk with the dawn, And pens a Palinode. Comes old age and co......Read the rest...

...In shadows deep, she seeks her rest, Where pain's embrace feels like a test. Her heart, a fortress, cold and still, Where echoes of her anguish fill. The girl, once bright, now lost in night, ......Read the rest...

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

...Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown, Frills and strawberries, Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, As my eyes hysteric with confusion muse on this loss. I gather the lumps......Read the rest...

... Nervous I sat, waiting to be called. I wasn’t sure what it was he said, but it meant a lot to me. Then I realized, he was not talking to me. <>...Read the rest...

...What is the feeling of being alone? Alongside with guilt Without anyone but a stone With your name engraved on it Death is like a torture With no hesitation There is uncertainty If it's all......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

...Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amon......Read the rest...

...Where art thou unknown spellcaster? If in fact such a female and/or male exists an insufferable existence clamors for surcease against riptide of ineradicable anguish. Living hand to mouth f......Read the rest...

...True love everlasting is carved into trees, Who of the two will eventually cede? There cannot be question as to which prevails longer, Bark slowly heals as the heart grows still fonder Yet h......Read the rest...