Granite Poems - Poems about Granite

Both are once in a lifetime events which happen to fall on the same day. To be surrounded by grief or joy pay respects to the past or raise a toast to the future. For certain, I'll remember the first of September in a different way. Whatever the decision there're still hundreds of miles of black ribbon between cake and granite-happiness and...

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In a twilight sculpted from granite, where stars shake off like autumn leaves, I wander through the labyrinth of my mind, lost among the ruins of thoughts. My love for life is but a pale flame, flickering against the winds of time, And writing becomes my armor, gleaming in the dark like a lighthouse in the night. I write...

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Jigsaw girl was a supreme pleaser her pieces imperfectly placed by "the others". Always the first to acknowledge the last to be noticed. Nobody cared enough to really get to know her. One "other" paid her frailties some attention loneliness always jumps at the first glance to escape from its granite chrysalis... but being stretched like silly putty never really lasts. She...

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Amidst the craggy heights, where granite kisses sky, There dwells a voice, a tempest’s cry, A soul aflame, a melody unbound, Glenn Hughes, the Voice of Rock, profound. From Trapeze’s wings, he soared aloft, A troubadour of rhythm, a velvet voice so soft, In Deep Purple’s embrace, he wove a cosmic tale, His bass notes echoing...

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The United States is now a business Though it was originally sound And is led by those who have no business To run it right into the ground One crime syndicate after another Backed by the worse money that money can buy Have borrowed to the edge of infinity If there is angst, now we know why But we are not their toxic...

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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, Stretching of lushness, Receiving to grow. ...

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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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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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Rain was falling on granite rocks Cleft slabs frozen in winter Thaw in spring with seasonal changes A single drop of rain now seeps into tears Then it flowed freely Its puddles turned into seas Evaporated into the sky The storm swept it up And carried it through rainbows and thunderstorms Passing the lightning And hurtled through the tornado Tempest of Destruction And it fell once more Landed...

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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 to fix it, And the door never really closed all the...

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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 a soldier is the blood that flows through the veins of...

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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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All humans have a need, to feel good and be happy but humans need of greed, is destroying earths granite Mother Nature has a need, to feel good and be happy but it’s turning to weed, and feels very unhappy Its death is short, with a dying nature no one seems to give a dam, about destroying our planet Where is...

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Midday sun burns. An iron chisel plays sad tunes on a stone. He enjoys prolonged chiseling. The granite conceives from his tool-point, giving birth to a god, who will be plagued in a prayer hall, with endless demands, by someone as his spouse....

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