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Explore the beauty and wonder of nature’s small treasures with our collection of Pebble Poems. From the delicate patterns on a pebble to the stories they hold within, these poems celebrate the magic found in the smallest of stones. Discover the charm of Pebble Poems and let yourself be inspired by the simplicity and elegance of nature’s creations.
Don’t miss out on other nature-inspired poems like Daisy Poems or Butterfly Poems for more enchanting verses.
River’s Whisper:
Pebbles in the river’s flow,
In your touch, the waters know.
Smooth and round in gentle stream,
Pebbles, nature’s dream.
In your presence, life’s at peace,
Pebbles, worries cease.
River’s whisper in morning’s hue,
Pebbles, always true.
Shore’s Delight:
Pebbles on the shore’s soft sand,
In your touch, the earth’s at hand.
Smooth and round in morning’s light,
Pebbles, pure delight.
In your presence, peace is found,
Pebbles, all around.
Shore’s delight in morning’s glow,
Pebbles, nature’s show.
Nature’s Gems:
Pebbles in the garden’s bed,
In your presence, peace is spread.
Smooth and round in colors bright,
Pebbles, pure delight.
In your beauty, life does grow,
Pebbles, nature’s show.
Nature’s gems in morning’s hue,
Pebbles, always true.
Pebble Problems
Pebbles on the beach so round,
I thought I’d collect them, from the ground.
But every time I bent to pick,
The pebbles rolled, a funny trick.
I laughed and chased them down the shore,
Those pebbles sure made my day more.
Now I just sit and watch them play,
Those pebbles bright, in the bay.
Rocky Rascals
Pebbles in a river clear,
Their colors bright, they bring good cheer.
I tried to gather, for a craft,
But pebbles had a plan to draft.
They slipped and slid, they rolled away,
My pebble dreams, a funny play.
I laughed and shrugged, let it be,
Pebbles in the river, wild and free.
Now I just admire from afar,
Those pebbles bright, like a star.
Pebble’s Journey
In streams where waters gently flow,
The pebbles rest in beds below.
With shapes so smooth and colors bright,
They grace the stream with pure delight.
The pebble, a symbol of the small,
Holds the stream’s own secret call.
In every stone, a story’s spun,
Of rivers deep, of day’s begun.
Through waters clear and currents fast,
The pebble’s journey will last.
A testament to time’s own hand,
The pebble finds its place in sand.
