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A stone for a stone

Dangerous Mind
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Poetry Contest

write about the topic of stone, rocks or cliffs

Stone, one of the oldest things there is, I am talking about natural stones of course that can be found as part of nature, part of rocks, mountains, edges, cliffs, caves, caverns, lakes

Stones are grounded, they can be seen as beings, its a mystery what mystery the stones hold inside. I am fortunate having part of a stony hill edge at the back of my house, I often wonder if it is this part of the house that gives me inspiration for some of my poetry. Just today I found this beautiful poem that was part of an email update of a news letter I follow.

this is a very inspiring video about stones by the charming and wonderful Karen Ward
watch it here


Charles Simic

Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.

From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.

I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hilló
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.


One entry per poet  NEW poems only
maximum 500 words
poem, prose or text
any style
you may use the poem as inspiration
but its no requirement to have the poem as a prompt

be creative
surprise me
NO explicit material please

Lost Thinker
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Tales of Torture Vol. II

Although the poems have slowed, the torture has more than doubled
And so I show them hoes, this white boy still is troubled
I gaze at my toolbox, but nothing catches my eye
A maze of bloodied rocks, that have since been tossed aside
Then the lightbulb shines, right above my head
My yearning donger whines, but soon it will be fed
I remove my bedroom's doorstopper, and sit in seated position
I will now perform the "Nut Popper", and send cock to mortician
Soon the door is swung ajar, hard cock to protect the wall
And with force of moving car, it connects with cock and ball
Written by Girthquake
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This entry will not be taken into consideration, I would advise you to read the description of the competition

Fire of Insight
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it was stone  
what broke me,  
the femur  
like a puzzle
in a swollen pocket  
of pus,  
like a rabid squirrel  

mama say  
rocks in my head  
put me on that †
but i say  
"shit, mama,  
i just want to †
see something  

bone ain't nothin'  
next to stone  
but those rocks  
warmed by the sun  
held me  
almost tender  
'til the stretcher  
Written by javalini
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Thank you much Javalini for your fine entry!!!

Tyrant of Words
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touch my mystery with your fingertips
weighty existence is the form of a stone
vibrating energies that lift the soul

tumbled in water
my rough edges became smooth
calming the spirit of the beholder
find me lining the shore of an obliging lake or river
time itself has delivered me there

I watch humanity with curiosity
sending out my well wishes
I have dense matter
everything has spirit

I am no less
as part of a mountainside or in a riverbed
keep me as a touchstone when you're feeling stressed

beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I am ancient I've been around longer than you have
keeping record of all that has transpired
I am a sum of a whole
keep me sacred in your memory

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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Fire of Insight
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The Stone

I hold it
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
In Axis Mundi
Ever opposite
Itís grounding source
However similar
Itís everlong
Time imprinted
Held snug
My eyes
To the stars
Like this diamond
Of Chrystaline
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
Im Axis Mundi
Beyond the heat
Axis of Petdition
Written by Calamityofgin
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Thank you much Crimsin and CalamityofGin for your fine entries!

Lost Thinker
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The Dam by the Bridal Shop

How we fall
like the river
at the cliffs
and we did too.
Anyone's edges
will show true
after years of
the rain
at you.
The rock will become black
and the ground
How we fall
out of the blue
a few
bad words
a few
Written by Dreamboy
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I remember
walking the unblemished  
white beaches of Cannes  
a few summers ago
looking out at yachts  
and movie stars †
and money  
glinting their diamonds  
across Mediterranean surf.  

English beaches  
are never that way;  
they litter the sand  
with grey memories  

the deathly rattle †
of pirate bones †
haunting a shore  
as winds howl  
epitaphs only  
British ears hear.  

I visit them so often;  
pebble graveyards  

turning tombs slowly  
to discover dried kelp  
and sea glass littering  
plots with treasures  

searching for hag stones †
with a natural hole;  
proudly pocketing them †
as an act of devotion †
between my craft  
and I  

tying them  
to the front door  
back door  
bathroom light  
& bed  

some nights  
I cannot sleep  
for thinking †
about them  

feeling the strange pull  
of stone by my head

haunted by centuries †
of unfathomable history  
boring through rock  
to make its mark  

and I swear  
when all is quiet  
I can hear the sound  
of the waves  
pulling me back  
to rock pools  
in the drift  

to craggy beaches  
and ghost ships
I know  

so greatly love.

Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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Twisted Dreamer
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The Softer Side of Stones

Misery sure loves company
Let's set sail on that lifeboat
And leave our stone castles
Crossing bolders over moats
For this year has added greys
Tears were shed, times of ill
Tired bones are heavy stones
A mountain of a small mole hill
Rolling stones gather no moss
So let's escape into life's woods
Find a pond to skip some pebbles
Childhood memories do us good
Spend our days under the sheets
Spill the beans about everything
Fling those rocks off our shoulders  
Laugh and find  what is our "Zing"
Cement our love in a stone
Each kiss is pure chemistry
Let's be each other's rocks
And forget that life's rocky:)
Written by Ms_SweetPea
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Twisted Dreamer
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Stone Faced

I stood and watched you
drive away
not so much as a wave
or finger
kicking at the dirt I uncovered
a rock
picking it up I noted itís
jagged edges
shortly afterwards introducing it to
my pocket  
maybe good luck
maybe not
over the next few months  
that rock
turned over between my fingers until
rubbed smooth
about a year later filling up my car at the  
corner store
afterwards I headed inside to buy a
six pack
was a few cents shy on
the price
as my hand searched
my pocket
the clerk nodded towards the
change bowl
about the same time feeling something in
my pocket
the rock felt comfortable in
my hand
like the memory
of you
smooth and cool
yet foreign  
as I dropped it in the bowl
I asked  
think anyone could
use this
the clerk shrugged and said
who knows
I drove off scattering  
pea gravel
as I pulled back onto
the blacktop
a dump truck loaded
with rocks
blew his horn as he
passed by
popped a top on a  
cold one
saluted the trucker and said dropped
my load
good luck with  
all yours
Written by down2dirt
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