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i want to be loved
and held
and helped
i want to be
something small
to carry around in a lovers pocket
like a rock
a nice smooth
nearly round rock
like a squished oval in shape
i want someone to look at me
for hours
discovering and observing
but never judging
i want someone
who sees the cracks in my stone skin
and runs their thumb over them
cherishing the contrast
from light to dark
i want the tiny dimples and spots on my face
to be seen like glittering minerals
embedded in stone
trapped from years of movement and change
i want someone to look at me
and see my journey
appreciate the things hidden within

i want to be loved
the way i loved
when i was still young
and fun
as a kid, i loved rocks. each one was somehow new and special to me, even the so called normal ones. i never want to lose that appreciatin for the ordinary, if i did, i dont think i would be me anymore.
karly codr Mar 6
i'm free
well for eleven days...
i can't wait
for the red rocks
and the hours of hiking
and walking through the tiny town
i missed it
last year
after this, we didn't go back to school
this year,
we are


i hope
probably not gonna be active until next week sorry :)
Payton Feb 24
Tell me, what is it like,
to crooked-roll the dice, to
always get snake-eyes, to keep
slipping on  ice?

Tell me why he talks, tell
me why he walks, the
way he does, like he's barefoot
on the coals.
He's barefoot on the rocks.

All those dice sit in your cup.
"C'mon girl, just fill 'er up."

And tell me why he laughs
at all those broken hands,
          and broken hearts,
      and palms of sand,
and crooked dice,
that fell, through
cracks, and on the lines,
out of their hands, into your eyes.

You said, "Sometimes, I see better,
when the sand up here is wetter. That girl
tried to take the gritty pain away —I didn't let her."

"The sand I put there, in her eyes," he said, "reminded her
of all her lies, and I never did forget her."
This dream poem was written in 2016.
Honestly, I don't even remember the dream this was based on, but it has a neat rhythm!
Svetoslav Feb 12
Walls carved into stone.
The godly shapes repulsing
stars further from sky.
Belogradchik Rocks

Rocks with fantastic shapes, objects of legends. They are frequently named after people or objects of which they remind. The rocks vary in color from primarily red to yellow; some of the rocks reach up to 200 m in height.

Syllable Count: 17 ~ lines 5/7/5 ~ 12 words

by Svetli
karly codr Feb 5
i want to watch the sun
bloom from the earth
i want to watch the moon
rise in the sky
i want to lay down
in an empty field in the dark
and look up at the stars
i want to watch the world
be set on fire with color
of the setting sun
i want to see the reflection of clouds
on a still lake
i want to find shiny rocks in the sand
but these are just small wishes
that hide in the back of my ruined mind
behind the boxes filled with words
of telling me that I'm not good enough
welp that came way too easily
i'm so tired
this week *****
at least tomorrow's friday
Bhill Oct 2020
have you ever seen a Big Horn Sheep
they wander about with nary a peep
they climb on rocks like they're not even there
jump all around without any care
their beauty is amazing, their magnificence divine
just seeing one is lucky and that's by design
be careful and quiet when the chance comes your way
observing these animals will make for a great day...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 300
Betty Oct 2020
Rocks are memories
The ancient shattered fragments
Of earths burning heart
Viji Vishwanath Oct 2020
Rock always rocks
Whatever the situation may
Situation is; mere excuse
Whether it is rain
Or it is storm
Rocking rock
Always rocks
Whatever come
On its way

Rock says
You don’t know my worth
Am strong
In all environment
Am hard
But can be engraved
With art and words
I can be polished
To its utmost shine
I will rock
Wherever I am

Rock says
U devote idols
But idols are made of me
U devote rocks
But idols are priceless

What makes you priceless
Is the effort of you
The struggles of you
The pain of you
All that;
Made you strong
Made you beautiful
Made you precious

Rocking rock
Rock all its way
But it’s up to you
The transformation
You give to it
Rock always rocks
No matter what
Come its way
Rock wherever you go !!
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
Standing before
A bonfire
I see faces
In the fire
Looking at
The clouds
I see faces
In the clouds
Staring at
A historic wall
I see faces
In the wall
Focusing on
A ***** floor
I see faces
In the floor
Watching
Mountain rocks
I see faces
In the rocks
Perceiving
Depth of
A painting
I see faces
In the painting
Gazing the sky
At night
I see a face
In the Moon
All these
Pareidolia faces
Not known
Harm anybody
Turning around
I see faces
Different from
Pareidolia faces
Some unreally
Real faces
Under heavy duty
Maintenance
Sorry, makeup
Every fortnight
Ready for
A break up
Some real
Beautiful faces
Some real
Ugly faces
Not Judged
By the eyes
But by the
Heart's cry
Pareidolia is a normal phenomenon in human psychology.
Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
People who had pet rocks are successful today because they understand the worth of a rock. Rocks are sturdy and hard, they don’t move unless moved, and are always there no matter the situation.
I always wanted a rock. Someone who would always be there for me when the world was crumbling down. Someone who didn’t leave me high and dry. Someone who I could count on in my worst moments.
I thought I had a rock once, but they left me when everything started falling apart. I wanted to be their rock, but they left me while I was trying to be sturdy.
Rocks are what holds us together. If you find yourself one, stay strong and hold on to them. Rocks are not meant to be kicked around or thrown, they're meant to be held down and loved.
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