The stone looks inconspicuous, but it can last for thousands of years. What are some poems written about stones? The following are poems about stones that I compiled for you, I hope they can help you.
Poems about stones Part 1: Wind and stones
Stones don’t like to talk
Wind likes to talk
Stones don’t like to talk< /p>
The wind blows it? Talk
The stone is afraid of pain, so it talks
The stone doesn’t like to talk
The phoenix likes to talk, but it doesn’t The wind kept blowing
? Talk! Talk!
Blowing, blowing
The stone stopped talking
It has turned into windy sand and dissipated in the sky
How can a dead stone speak? Poems about stones Part 2: Proud Stone
The desolation of winter
Taking the immortals hostage
Abominable monsters
Spreading cold
Many creatures
Hug together
Keep warm
p>Days are like years
But the proud stone
Mountain stream
River beach
Strong and tall
Laughing at the changing situation Poems about stones Part 3: Stones
The mountains outside the window are silent
Stones singing
Singing flowers from difficult places
p>And the content of the flower is the soil and the sky
At a high place
Stand tenaciously
Let the edges and corners corrode the wind and rain
Don’t change
When you are at a low place
Just stand firm
Let your body carry the weight of the journey
No regrets< /p>
To be born in this world
You must live with integrity
You may have to experience poverty in your life
Criticism and loneliness
However, one is born to stand
To establish one’s mind and establish one’s virtue
Stones
Stones are a silent quality Poems about stones Part 4: Little Stone
A small stone fell into the pond
A faint pond
An impenetrable soul
Can’t swim out Dilemma
Sinking
Stone
Smooth and stubborn
Clear water
Warm and fleeting
< p> A stack of microwaves passed byThe heart is dead
The waves are calm
The stone is not broken
Stubborn
p>The flowers and leaves falling on the river
Counting the spring, summer, autumn and winter one by one
The small stones at the bottom of the river
Looking at the colorful flowers one by one
Indifferent heart
Wandering quietly
A ray of sunshine
Through layers of mist
The heart is still cold
But it is even paler in the light
The clouds are coming
The sun is gone
The rain is falling
The water in the pond is deeper
My heart sinks further away from the world
I can’t see clearly anymore
All the dust or sand outside
It’s late at night
It’s quiet
I can hear that I am a small stone
No one can see it The corner I reached
Continued to be stubborn with the darkness
Only this day I saw a small fish
A small fish that likes to wander in the dark