Stone Poems - Poems about Stone

...my river blackest water death etched in wet stone tumbling dark and light disentangle the night and roll my body into the deep cold of you my river once a-bliss in knots of fire thrashin......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

... Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean, she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone. No emotion for the wretched masses, because her heart shall be as hard as stone. In her fist she’ll carry no......Read the rest...

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, I wanna Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts. But she is asleep. Or she's not, but gone. Not available to help Balance my wobble. Or I have too much To say, and worry about......Read the rest...

...I Old Age, take me not as thy fugitive, For long I’ve been thy earnest votary, But now that approaches life’s fateful eve, Ye oft make me rethink my loyalty. Youth when slips by leaves a last......Read the rest...

... I love the end of the day, when the sun want to climb into bed. The moon will be rising soon, showing off it's big bright face. The white clouds, ......Read the rest...

...The subway station heaves with muffled noise, The shuffle of countless feet against the grime, I am aware of unfounded disdain, Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels. The ancient fluo......Read the rest...

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...

... In the dim-lit corner of a forsaken cafe, I dwell alone, as time slips away. He strides in with an air of indifference, Yet his gaze betrays no hint of penitence. Briefly, our eyes entwine in s......Read the rest...

...The Pentecostal Biblical Version The Secular Version Part of The Protestantism Christian Sect; A Christian group of souls is gathering Pentecostal Faith church gro......Read the rest...

... a boys own adventure has now begun on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun we`re here to take land from the evil Hun and are told we are doing this for everyone orders were given from the mothe......Read the rest...

... Quote By Poet: "Don't Let Books or Poems Become A Thing Of The Past." A bookstore I can not pass up, I need a new book I can read close-up. Books and writing ar......Read the rest...

...Inspiration is soothing. Like a breeze that lands it’s crisp wings on the perspiration on your skin. Like a deep breath after holding no air in your lungs too long. Like a long awaited cup o......Read the rest...