Maud's Many Poems Vol.1

by Harmonic Brush

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The first volume of Maud Pie's poems. All about rocks.

Maud Pie has written many, many, many poems. All of them are about rocks. Here you can find just about 1000 out of her 3000 poems.

Just a fun little idea that popped into my head. And before anyone complains, the chapters are supposed to be horrendously short, as they are a collection of short poems.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-13 20:59:46 UTC

Rock, you are a rock

Rock. You are a rock.

Gray. You are gray.

Like a rock.

Which you are.

Rock.

Rocks, these are my rocks

Rocks, these are my rocks.

Sediments, make me feel sedimental.

Smooth and round, asleep in the ground.

Shades of brown and gray.

Rocks, these are my rocks 2

Rocks, these are my rocks.

Igneous make me feel ingenious.

Rough and gray, both night and day.

Rocks.

Rocks, these are my rocks 3

Rocks, these are my rocks.

Metamorphic, make me feel altered.

Jagged and sharp,

be careful, they might leave a mark.

Stepping Stones

Stepping over stepping stones,

One, two, three.

Stepping over stepping stones,

Come with me.

The river's very fast,

And the river's very wide,

We'll step across on stepping stones,

And reach the other side.

Rocks

I like rocks.

Big rocks, little rocks,

Heavy rocks, light rocks,

I like rocks.

A rock in a river bed,

A rock in a flower bed,

I like rocks.

Textures

Rocks that are smooth,

Rocks that are sharp.

Rocks that are cold and gray,

and rocks that dark.

Igneous rocks

Igneous rocks today,

Igneous rocks tomorrow.

Igneous rocks all the time,

found on top of Kilimanjaro.

Diamond

Inside of the rocks,

lay the stone cold hard diamonds

that are worth a ton.

On the rocks

How I long to go down to the sea and sit on the rocks.

Hear the waves lapping around them in an effort to reach me.

Get me wet and uncomfortable.

Skipping Rocks

You are the stone thrown,

into the depths of the river.

The subtle unsettling

upon the surface.

As you sink below the water,

don't fear that you may disappear

like all the secrets beneath--

from you the stillness of the lake

ripples out and echoes sweet

from the deepness

that lives inside.

Coal

When you hear the sleigh bells ringing,

and you know you've been a naughty pony,

When Santa Hooves delivers your present,

expect something very stony.

Cold like a lump, dark as night.

You see him ride away in the starlight.

Even though you got coal, you're filled with cheer,

and will try to be nice, next year.

Rock candy

Crunching between my teeth.

Is candy that we all made.

together, as friends.

The pebble path

We look down the pebble path,

and see the cold hard stones.

As every hoof clanks against the path,

of sorrows, sadness and war.

We view the rubble and the lath,

against the pebble path.

Moving the rocks

On a rock farm, that's where we live.

Every day we move rocks.

We move from the south to the east fields,

just moving rocks.

No talking, no smiling,

moving rocks was all we did.

Rocks.