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Nigdaw Dec 2022
I became hard
not like a man
but like a stone
impenetrable
camouflaged
a pebble on
the beach
able to blend
in with all the
other pebbles
and let the tide
wash over me
Paul Idiaghe Oct 2020
show me how to wear diamond
dreams without trembling
beneath their weight.

I am a pebble, peeled off
from a peak, fraying and falling,
faltering at its feet. end up

locked between the lips of
married mountains; eyes
hinged to the sky, feet sinking

into earth, chest caving into
a coffin where my heart hides
its head. as despair crawls
in to devour the decay, I linger

between the decomposition, dead
to dust to soil—waiting
to bloom again.
Poetic T Sep 2020
We ponder upon the emotions and metaphors
                                    of the meaning of forever.

Is it our wording our voice, is it a single verse sang
                            within tune with out a tune

that holds our meaning to the here after.

What is out contribution,

      do we sing or justly fade.

For we weren't a stepping stone,
               but a pebble that got buried in the sand.

Now but lost in the footsteps that never even felt us.
Poetic T May 2020
If we were the mirror of our creation
                and not made in perfect silhouettes.

Then we aren't the creation of perfection,
                           as were flawed beyond our sell by date.

Then that which made us is imperfect in its design.
                  So not omnipotent,
  flawed in its own blueprint.

And so just another pebble in
A dry pond where wishes die.
Poetic T Oct 2019
On the road to mental perfection
                 you have to get over pebbles,




before you conquer mountains.
Poetic T Jun 2019
Never let a pebble
       Become a boulder.

For troubles should never
     Accumulate to the point
          Where you are lighter


Than the weight of your woes.
Meggie Delaney Apr 2019
I swallowed a pebble in a garden today. It was hard and thick and the graininess of it scraped against my teeth. I ***** the stones back up, shiny with bile. Perhaps I'm just tired.

I retch on cue and he smiles
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Pauline Morris Jan 2019
One loose Pebble could send me plummeting
And I feel an earthquake coming
Nikos Kyriazis Jan 2019
There is a lack of coherence
in this universe, a pebble
said to me once

How can I be incorporated
to this forest which the
everlasting ages brought me to?
I'm merely a pebble...

The uniformity somehow
cracks beneath the wheel of Time
A new stimulus shall always appear
for the carriage to continue its course

None shall ever stop
the scheme between
God and Time
Sketcher Nov 2018
Once upon a time, there were three young children,
They grew up rather quickly,
They grew up in the same apartment building,
Their names were Jon, Ted, and Mickey,
Jon was a jolly **** that got all the women,
Rarely stuck with one cause they were ******,
Always doing dumb ****, in and out of prison,
Bodies in rivers and pills in drawers,
Tod was a simple man with a nice job,
Looking for a nice and simple woman,
Repetitive days make him bored and sob,
Its hard living on in crowded Brooklyn,
Mickey was a very lovely lady,
Letting the breeze of life pull her,
Pulled to strong men and ready for mating,
With menial men or skillful sirs,
One day Jon was drinking at the towns bar,
When out the corner of his eye,
He saw a girl stepping into a nice car,
So he quickly ran out to say, "Hi.",
This girl was Mickey and she was very rich,
And she was also quite attractive,
Jon tripped and yelled, "*******!",
Slipped on a pebble while distracted,
Right in front of the lovely lad, Mickey,
When Jon fell, he ended up landing,
In his own blood that was red and sticky,
His belt strapped knife was death demanding,
The pebble was stained red with rancid blood,
And it tumbled to a nearby drain,
Swept through sewers fast cause a recent flood,
And many stormy days filled with rain,
Somehow the pebble found itself on land,
Eight days after the event,
In a gazebo, you could see it stand,
Next to Jon and Mickey on cement,
They were getting married this day, it's grand,
And the nice red pebble was there to watch,
Resting in the prongs of a wedding band,
The center stone that was sewer dislodged,
From blood covered to a beautiful jewel,
That was nicely set in the ring,
Life abandons all the laws and the rules,
Of reality and nothing.
A nice little story about a pebble.
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