Best Rink Poems

"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
   -...

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Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dash
Cold children, no smiling splash
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem...

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Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when...

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I know you're not here

but you are in my heart 

so 

you are always with me

i'll just slip into you

with these words.
 
I know 
there...

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Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
  and like so many others from Yuletides past,
    I'm glad some things have remained...

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Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.

Harriet Lerner

Lord Leofric: ...

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Driving past our old home on Glenwood Avenue
Memories came to life from my childhood days
Going over the park, Mom. I'll be in before ten
Got a...

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Across the rink that winter evening stood,
against a wall, a rose, in freezing cold.
So striking in her pose, beneath her hood
two cheeks had stolen glow...

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precious power you possess
wind me up, make me spin
Christmas carols fill the air
     at your side, I skate with joy
 ...

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Trapped behind a desk, first at school, then at work
    Why on earth are folks such awful jerks
  If we didn't...

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the theory says: “beware, for thoughts are things”
and voice the means by which it brays or sings
for were we held to pay for what we...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

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I look to the sky and ask,
Can he help find my way?
I've been wondering through this darkness
And still haven't found the light of day.
Struggle after...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash...

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Dear Dan, I sit here every day in class
behind you at this desk, but barely can
I concentrate on what the teacher says,
for you are such...

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