Rock Poetry

Rocks. They are not bricks. Rocks. They can make a "click." Rocks. They are everywhere. Rocks. Not a predator of bears. Rocks. They can actually explode. Rocks. They come in a load. Rocks.

Rocks. Tommy Lee Jones fought hot rocks. It was called volcano. There are other hot rocks. One is named Dwayne Johnson. I smelled what he was cooking. It smelled like rocks. Rocks smell like rocks. This is about rocks. Colored rocks. Rainbow rocks. Space rocks. We are the crystal rocks. We'll always be the rocks. And if you think we can't... Pop rocks. And soda. Then it explodes. Now we're back to volcanoes. Hot rocks.

Lava, sediment, These make rocks. Rocks build the world. Time. Weather. Restart.

There once was a rock, He has a cool name, He's not like the others, We all call him Dwayne. He's not from the quarry, He fights in a ring. Among other rocks We consider him king. And so in closing, I have this to say, He's technically not a rock, and his acting is ok.

I've been working like a dog Down in the diamond mind I've been digging real hard I'm just trying to find A diamond diggin a straight line About 600 feet. It took a long time. When all of a sudden, I picked up something small. It didn't really sparkle, but it caught my eyeball. And it turns out I'm pretty glad I was alone, Because I let out the most bizarre, awkward moan As an intense pleasure filled my blood and my bones. The thing that I found was a small round stone. They say a diamond is forever, but that's just empty talk. Because what is a diamond, when compared to a rock.

The rock who could talk You would lock in a stock...ade. Blockade their charade With a stand for lemonade. For the rock that would talk Clearly leaves a mate mad So be glad! Speaking stones, let well alone And prefer to refer Holding swords for those known By title and rank, Whether blank on their flank Or with many bits in the bark Speak not of the rock who could talk every week Or the beak of a gryffon might appraise you to be A pony of sorts lacking all sanity.

Deep and unfathomable Pressed by time into A lazy posture, elementary In its persistence, what Moves a buried thought? When figurative bands Of colored nations make A bed uncomfortable with The idea that all must end With a shrug, a shift, A shouldering of a city That tumbles with a trembling Blink, the fluttering lash And all reduced to history.

We are all rocks. Whether boulders, rough on every edge. Or pebbles, smooth by river waters. A beautiful jewel faceted at every turn. Or a gem in the rough, ready to be shaped. All in all, we were shaped inside our mother. Through fire and pressure Forces and magma, We all came to be. We are all chips off our mother: The rock we all share. Earth.

Rocks. Some are flat. Rocks. Protect them from rats. Rocks. Some are very round. Rocks. Many are on the ground. Rocks. Red, blue, and green. Rocks. They are very clean. Rocks. Stolen by some moles. Rocks. Find them in some holes. Rocks.

You are my best friend. You have traveled through the earth's core. You are super brave.

Sharp, round, dry and old What secrets are you hiding Under your grey coat?

Grey, brown, white or tan Big or small They are all rocks You all rock Whoohoo!

Rocks are igneous They are also quite stagnant Rocks will rule the world

Rocks. Rocks are for rocks. Rocks and trains were puffing. They were puffing. Rocks and trains were here. Rocks and Rainbow Dash were staying in the sky. Rocks. Rocks are here!

Rocks, the look so plain, but really not. On the inside they are so colorful. Some are smooth, some are rough, some are in the middle. Rocks are not bad, they are helpful to the earth. Rocks are not so bad.

The rocks stay in different places. They are in different countries. They are in different colors and shapes. They are beautiful, like Maud. We like love rocksss.

A flat rock skips When wet, it slips Right out of my hooves. Blue rocks with white So pretty in sight Just like the sea. Green rocks like trees The color of money you use for fees. The end!