Best Glider Poems

On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.

Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove

But the glider...

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If Mama’s Glider Could Talk

Cold days, hot days, in between days,
The red glider rocked on the gingerbread porch;
Where Mama shucked beans, or mended seams,
And visited with comers all.

She was quiet, my Mama was
And would never repeat a tale,
Kept her opinions to herself,
And rocked the red...

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A gentle glide high above 
Nothing to hear 
Except the flow of air 
over my wings 
I looked for you 
far below 

A sweet delight 
to fly... 
in such light 

I carried you high, 
in my heart 
In to the light 
In to the blue...

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I sought you out almost thirty years ago,
not because I wanted a pretty piece of furniture~~
Oh, you were and still are quite attractive~~
but because I needed you.

After I had back surgery for a badly ruptured disc, 
none of my chairs were comfortable enough 
for someone...

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I watch the ghost glider
She is lightly swinging in a methodical rhythm
Could it be the wind?
I look at the leaves on my honeysuckles
None of them are moving
Welcome, I say inside my head to the spirit child
I hear a small thank you...

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The green glider fell off the porch today
Broken into huge pieces
Destroyed by a large axe

Tragic accident I guess said mother
We kids snickered little bit
Knowing she wanted red...

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Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace
you climb, skittish kite ...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there
so that all that remains is to

fall?

Only a little longer the wind invests its sighs;
you 

stall

spread-eagled as...

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