Best Granite Poems

Heart impenetrable.
I hammer a nail
In a vain attempt
To hang my portrait.
In the depth of her soul.
She loves me not,
The spark has long died,
Like a weak light
In a hurricane lamp.
Everything's dark 
And hard.....
Like granite....

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...upon emerging from the fury of 
swimming just a few feet out in the Grand 
Old Lady


Boldly upright in surf
Fog races in and cloaks her surface
Alive! I grip the bottom for the crush
As waves crash my glistening face
Freedom has found me!



01/19/14...

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GRANITE THINKS BACK

Yeah those were the magma days - for what it’s worth:
Surging up from the inner reaches of the earth
To the crust – ‘cos when you’re hot, you’re hot, 
Just a-bubblin’,  turnin’,  and a-tossin’  in a hot spot.
We joked about bursting...

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This is interesting 
We are bombarded by constant stimulation
Some internal
Most external
The processing center is in over-drive

I like driving because it's one of only situations where
People completely ice each other out of existence
This weird amalgamation of people sitting at a stop light
And nobody wants to acknowledge...

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The door to our bathroom is tiny,
Made of a faded red plastic nearly two decades ago,
One of its hinges has already been eaten away,
By time & rust that blossomed at its end,
Its latch has never worked,
The builder had his drawing wrong and we never managed...

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Good ol' dependable, hardworking Janet
Is shunned like a rock from an alien planet
With a heart of pure gold
She's a gem to behold
And will no longer be taken for granite

1/24/23...

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prompt: Granite


To The Earth’s Lovers;
I am the result
When a burning, blazing
Untamed love
Is so quickly cut crimson.
Cold feet,
Infidelity,
Death.

Once so searing,
An impossible neon colour
Of passion
Scorching souls,
Engraving in hearts,
I was that obsessive craving
that you so greedily welcomed
into your delicate thermoregulatory system
Feeding, so desperately, until…

Burning begins in a body
So...

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Every summer in august my family gets into nicest car 
And starts our five our decent into my sage scented hell 
Granite, Oregon 

Granite is a bustling city with a population of 13 
All of whom live in shacks made of wood that came from...

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i see the city from a high drift
all those shimmering lights
somewhere out in that sea of halogen and high wattage
you exist
i have an idea where 
but i'm not certain
the man-made horizon seems to shift
like a lazy breeze
sauntering through it
the mitochondria in my neurons
seem to sway...

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Defiler of the world of beauty 
belay the brush of ignorance
let not their feeble sigils
mar the majesty of mountainside.

May poverty’s rant 
pierce a more appropriate heart.
Stroke with brush, paint and text
upon the face of greed and gluttony.

Waylay the money lenders
and with the prick of needle...

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bare granite knuckles
grip the horizon
as whispy whimpy clouds
slide over them
the knuckles are moist
from buffeting the wind
whistling wheezily
through broken skin crags
liver-spot lichens
mar the grey skin
giving away the age of it
within...

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Walking among a thousand graves
you will notice a white cross
over a granite gravestone;
he was the youngest soldier
to be buried and ended up alone;
but in someone's heart, he still lives!

A white cross is a symbol of faith
that stands out from all the others,
the true devotion of...

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blotches 
of green velvet 
in grey crags
soft 
tender 
patches 
embeded
in severe stone

rock love

it may roll
but it rolls
with them
it may freeze
but they don't 
leave

indifferent 
as a boulder
can be
they 
still cling

without him
they wouldn't be

inanimate granite
something
to hang onto
that will never leave
what more
could lichen
need...

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   Man the tall mountain,
    
    Protector to pose,

    Flexing of granite,

    Willed flesh to propose.


    Woman the valley,

    Soft curving flow,

   ...

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Don’t take for granite who you are
Just be a little boulder
Remember that you’re made of stars
And someday when you’re older

You may be a marble statue
That the pebbles gaze upon
And the world shale marvel at you
And of quartz you will rock on....

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