Stones Poems - Poems about Stones

Stones bashing against my glass barrier Clattering all night through I just want to sleep as much as I weep What am I s'pposed to do? Stones bashing against my glass barrier You say that you're glad as can be I just wish some day, they'll be better for you I just wish your blind eyes could se...

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“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping stones.” Enid Blyton ************************************************************** ...

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You speak to me of sticks and stones I recall you tossing me aside Who am I without my God? In stillness I fall Quiet screams tear out of my mouth Broken and afraid I cling to shadows Under the sun I sought my Father With joy I found him inside my shell Deep inside of me you are a light Water for my...

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- Nature's treasures - are worth more than money and gold in your pocket - ...

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With every tap across the lake, Ripples are shot across. The waters cheerily wake, They wait another toss, - Then another toss is made. It is seen bouncing further by. Waves of merriment parade, And consume the beholder’s eye. The lake dances in the moonlight, A sight where felicity bestows. There isn’t a happier sight - Than when we are skipping stones....

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“Styx and Stones” bad entities exist here we’ve crossed Styx we learn we’ve reached sure when stones are thrown Candide Diderot. ‘25 ...

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you may of heard IT said, "sticks and stones may bReak my bones, but word's will never hUrt me." buT the trutH is, "STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT WORDS CAN KILL ME!"...

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stones “pick a large stone son,” he said looking into the shallow brook “one that is heavy and smooth to fit both hands. not a small stone that you can gather into one palm nor easily hold when using both; test your limits when you choose.” the youngster selected a large stone, one he could hardly hold, grunting and groaning he...

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A weir holds back the river against the flow of the morning tide I wonder how many thoughts, unspoken, lie behind its barrier- ponderings of love, turmoil, betrayal obstructed by the dam of emotional blocks struggling to break free from their confines. Like silent storms beneath the surface, they swirl in the depths of the mind, the dam of fear,...

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i hold three magic rocks in my hand rolling them over and over and over their edges whisper secrets soft and grand pulling me under like a silver river the world i know dissolves in mist each turn a door, each touch a key the winds hum low, the stars persist in songs of fate and mystery shadows stretch and shimmer bright golden echoes...

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Love is said to be so many things a man can define, an unexplainable, heart-warming and deep sensation filled with the tentacles of nostalgia, a feeling so selfish to react to and unselfish to share with one's soulmate, Anthony and Cleopatra would be smiling from their graves at the sight of this beautiful piece of...

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Like the dead fossils of the once tyrannic dinosaurs laid bare into the diminishing soils of the earth, is what the aging world appears to seem like, the battle for survival pride and honour from the unforgiving climate changes in the vast savanna amongst living creatures to the vast cities, towns, villages etc of we...

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It is said that the black stone in Mecca is not just a stone. It is a shard of a vanished world, an echo of a cry before words, a sacred turmoil of being, older than prayer, older than the earth. What if it had been different? What if the name that echoes from Mecca had been something else, if the steps that are lost...

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" My mother shed her protective love around me and without knowing why, people sensed that I had value." ~Maya Angelou " As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong....

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There is a place beyond the night Where vision does not pierce, Where lies the look of muddlement That shackles without force. I’ve spent some time in looking For a blur I will not see, Yet lingers on the morning’s dawn - There veiled by glimmered sea. Will I see the fog encroaching, Or feel it in my bones? Will I know enough to seek...

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