Poems about Rocks

by Supersheep64

Porous

Porous

By Maud Pie

A porous Rock, I cannot define.

How did this Rock come to be mine?

Not Volcanic, not by a mile.

A Rock with an infectious smile.

Not Granite or Obsidian, you speak too soon.

Words like Basalt on an open wound.

Paradoxical Rock, filled with air.

How did these gases bubble there?

A porous rock, yet soft, like sponge.

All sadness you do expunge.

You do not lay still, you do not lay quiet.

An effervescence that could cause a riot.

Bright color in a kingdom of monotone.

Sometimes you grate, like pumice stone.

You always bounce when you fall.

Sometimes I think you are not a Rock at all.

The strangest Rock to meet my eye.

But still I love you, Pinkie Pie.

Comments

[Jack Kellar]

D'awwww...

[Draco Dei]

I feel a bit silly for not figuring it out before the line.