I need a line for my poem?? * 20 points *?

im writing a poem about rocks.

It can be how we see them, or how they make us feel.

No rude or stupid comments please. Just help me come up with a creative line.

PLease and thankS!<3

13 Answers

  • 1 decade ago
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    The interesting thing about writing a poem about rocks is that you're really not writing about "just" rocks...especially when you are looking to write about the way they make us "feel"...so here goes:

    How patient you seem beside the trail

    How long you've been there I don't know

    A steadfast sentinal with nowhere to go

    A guardian of nature who never will fail

    Oh, how I do wish I were more like you

    Unaffected by those passing by

    Solid Earth beneath you, above only sky

    No difficult choices, nothing else you need do

    I've passed you here each year for how long

    Since I was a child and you're always the same

    So many, many years and you're still in the game

    While I sing different words to a once familiar song

    Patience is painted all over your face

    Immune from the elements and slow time

    So I'll sing your immortality in this here rhyme

    You who played but never entered the race

    ...just a quick one...hope it gave you some ideas

    Source(s): Editor, New Poets Press
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    1 decade ago

    Rocks have played an important part

    In how people in the past have built from the start

    Back when wood was not as sturdy

    Rocks were used even if dirty.

    They gathered all different colors and sizes

    And found walls of rocks were bad weather minimizers.

    The chance of rain, snow, wind or cold permeating

    Was slimmer when using rocks to prevent invading,

    So the next time you'll look at a rock with a new perspective

    Knowing it helped our ancestors have a better home to live!

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  • 4 years ago

    I knew when I first saw you, you would be true My heart just pours out to you I love the walks by the beach at midnight The kisses in the rain The corny little love poems you write me I remember when you first said I love you My heart stuttered And it took my breath away It's you that makes my life worth it I don't know what I'd do if I hadn't met you I remember the night we had our first kiss The whole world seemed to stop It was perfect In that moment I told myself, this is the person I will love forever I can't believe we made it this far I think this day will make all the struggles we've been through Every thing that has happened It will make them worth it And I will love you forever and always I swear ~ H. M. Halley

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  • 1 decade ago

    You can find them on trails or lining creeks

    So many, you can get a collection in a week!

    Thousands of shapes and varieties in size.

    Can't count them all no matter how hard anyone tries.

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  • 1 decade ago

    rocks and stones

    once hot inside

    soft and melting down below

    Now like bones

    are hard and cold

    and scattered in the snow

    or a little buddhist mantra.....

    the monks like stones in a sack, polish eachother

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    You cannot hand anyone out 20 points. It's a flat rate of 10 points. So what you are offering cannot be fufilled!

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  • 1 decade ago

    from the round and smooth to the rough exterior, I bask in your mystery

    your beauty can bring such pleasure, yet at a toss so much misery

    it's a start

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  • 1 decade ago

    So plain and useless bewildered am I about your secrets that are hidden inside.

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  • 1 decade ago


    just as it is,

    as it is,

    as is.

    The sounds of rocks bouncing off rocks;

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    there are too many of them, and so many different kinds, but we always walk right past them, like we don't even really mind

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