Stone Poems - Poems about Stone

Ink Stone Stone symbolizes. With a feather pen. Document literature. Writer through calendar. Amusing prevails. Clouds to wanderer’s. Pave the way. Penmanship worthy. Alludes to ink stone. Sequence sincere. A poet blossoms. Narrative through the dark. A lantern toward the ink. Hidden message through poetry....

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We are just wandering spirits through a world of stone and dream, where every glance is a film projected on the screen of the mind, and the stones see nothing, they simply are, simple and silent, like eternal witnesses to our ephemeral passage through time. Bless the moment and settle into the stillness of eternity, forgive the shadows of the...

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Black And White We are given all the pieces to play and indulge in life’s great feast outrageous fortunes be dammed! Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast and the moves we make shall establish our legacy Why are we here? We can either dazzle with brilliance or baffle with bulls*it Shameless are unleashings of doubt only makes a lesser us grow inhibits our...

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You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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Cradle the weight between my shoulders. Heavy thoughts anchor down the nomadic mind. Tired and weary from the constant battle. Chewing on words from a forgotten rhyme. On my knees in a steady rain. Left with shards of a vision torn. Walking over cobblestone broken and gray. The streetlights hang their heads to mourn. Valkyries have long abandoned this field. There are no angels...

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* In memory of the great Charles Laughton, who brought charm and tenderness to a monster with his rare form of melancholy genius * ~ on the ledge … of majestic Notre Dame he watched attentively through his one good eye - far, far below, the throng closed ranks around Esmerelda...

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the river forgets each stone it k i s s e s ...

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Oh Liberty, guardian of freedom She dare not shed tears bandages not only cover her eyes Stone goddess, she has no ears ...

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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A kaleidoscope of paper-thin wings, as fragile as spun sugar, weave a serpentine dance along the weathered, rugged stone steps. Swallowed up by the blinding light in their wake, each wingbeat leaves only the faintest ripple—barely a sigh— that once painted their fleeting existence. ...

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It was a stepping-stone, ten and half years, but a stepping-stone A woodstove burning on the hill Distant mountains seen through bare trees A place of laughter and many tears Accidents, achievements, love and loss Flowers and wildlife so wild, but tame Quietness that settled the soul Bird songs that brought a yearning to dance Sunrises and sunsets seen through the windows A timeframe in...

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Written: April 2nd, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "No winter lasts forever, no spring skips its time, and April instills a feeling of freshness so sublime. By Poet" *************** The wildflowers now bear the base lay, Delicate petals dance in a gentle...

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FOREVER ETCHED IN STONE SILENTLY I WALKED UPON THE DAWN OF DAY REMEMBERING THE TIME WE SPENT AS THE SUN CLIMBED AWAY WITH SUBTLE HINTS OF SPRING BLOSSOMING BUDS LINED THE WAY I ROAMED THROUGH ENDLESS WOODS DREAMING OF YESTERDAY TWENTY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND I STILL RECALL OUR SONG OF ENDLESS LOVE AND LAUGHTER OH HOWI LONG BENEATH...

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PALEO PAIR Hands rapturously slashing satori Bang ! Light released filter down bats brushed skin to fly knowingly low then water gushed through cracks snakes spiders scorpions were our toes stones spoke in bugle sound as Sun set in whirlwinds the cave was nowhere yet everywhere Beethoven’s symphonies were shadows future written on our vacant palms but to prior walk with Harry the Strandloper was an unspoken intent by ONE for beloved...

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