Rock Poetry

Hey! We're the crew that hosts "Rock Poetry" panels at pony conventions! Come see us, participate in writing some awesome rock poetry, and win some cool original prizes. We will give updates of what conventions we will be attending and hosting as they come up.

[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.

Poetry #131 (Luke Nerrem, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

The Rock (Colgatewaifu, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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

(Gregg Jefferies, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

The Rock (Lintmod, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

(Anonymous, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

The Rock Who Could Talk (Dalken Starbyne, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

Mark Wakstan (Moving Rocks, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

We are all rocks (Ryan Leese/Forest-kitsune, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

Poetry #129 (Luke Nerren, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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

(Halzy Orinx, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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

Rock Haiku (Halzy Orinx, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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

(Anonymous, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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

Haiku Rocks (by Sarah, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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!

Rock Poetry (Jonathan Cole, age 3. Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

Named Rocks (by Nature, Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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.

Jalexis7 (Bronycon 2015)

[rock-poetry]

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!

(Anonymous, Bronycon 2015)