My Little Poet

[Starora 12]

I was thinking about how Pinkie's sisters, Maud Pie, wrote all of that... "Rocking" Poetry. She had like, what? Ten thousand? Just thinking about that made me want to write poetry about rocks.

 

 

Rocks are Grey

 

Rocks can be grey

Rocks can be white

Rocks can be purple

or called apatite

Rocks are my favorite

when covered in sand

Usually rocks

Come from the land

 

 

Igneous

 

You are igneous

from deep underground

once you were molten

and now you are round

or now you are flat

with air pockets inside

You were in the ground

where you would hide

 

 

Rock in the water

 

I was at the beach

to get in the water

and look for rocks

to study their matter

when all of a sudden

came floating by

a rock

it was full of bubbles

it is igneous

came from a volcano

it all came to this

now I study you

back in my van

you were rare

I put you in a can

 

 

Sediment

 

From a small grain of sand

that washed in the pond

you all piled up

and now you are gone

there was so weight atop

that none could of stood

you compressed to a ball

or a slab like some wood

my hair washed in that pond

when I was just young

and now your my pet

my pet rock

 

 

Rocks for life

 

Rocks

Smocks

Ticks and Tocks

 

Time

running

not much  time

 

Pinkie

silly

silly, filly

Rocks.

 

Now that I got that out of my system.. whaddya think?

 

 

 

 

[yayayayayala 1,668]

Rock poems.

You wrote rock poems.

Lyrical.

They are lyrical,

like rock poems,

which you wrote.

Rock poems.

 

^U^ I had to. All jokes aside, these are good! Consider thyself a good poet!

[Tabe 216]

Rocks is kind of cool

More so than a pool

I like rocks

I have lots in a box

They just lie there

so gray and bare

cuz you are a rock

and not a clock

 

Yay, I did something!

[Starora 12]

I saw that episode... I was itching to write poetry so bad... Post any rock poetry you may or may not have! Wait.. no.. that doesn't work like that... Just post rock poetry.

[Hyperhooves 872]

I found a few rocks in a jar

I can throw them really far

I can throw them up, down, and all around

But, for now I'll leave the rocks on the ground

I may come back for them, maybe not for sure

But, I do know one thing, having only rocks can make you really poor

 

This is the best I can do, I hope you all like it.

Yeah, I'm not really good at writing stuff about rocks, but I can make good poems about other things.

[Convergence 83]

the very root

 

you bear the weight

of a world you cannot comprehend

a society that chooses to forget

you cradle all life in motionless arms

you lay discarded

 

Conceived in fire and passion;

born of starvation

all suckle at your teat

as your coffin collapses

 

you have been, will always be

the path to guide our steps.

trodden, crushed upon ponderous hooves.

eyes tilting to the heavens

 

The root of the world

dismissed as a mere rock.

 

My attempt at rock poetry. Really bad, I know but not horrible for a poem written in 10 minutes.

Edited June 6, 2014 by Golden Shield