Best Skateboarding Poems

Filling the breeze going through your hair
Hitting the ramps and getting air

Grinding the rails and riding around
Listen to your wheels what a wonderful sound

Doing heelflips,kickflips and pop shuvits too
I could never find anything else to do...

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Sidewalks and skate parks;
   Old swimming pools drained.
Kickflips and split lips;
    young ankles sprained.
Aerials and Varials
    and being called a punk.
Tail taps and  grip tape; 
  and tricks that take *****.
Exercise that is ramped up;...

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a few years ago 
  
i was walking from my car 
  
to my apartment. 
  
around the corner, i heard a skateboard 
  
and sure enough, skateboy mcf*ckenstein 
  
comes plowing around the corner. 
  
the kid hit...

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It smells a little like Christmas
Cold and kind of like peaches-don't make fun of that
And it's not even September
And this time I swear if you jump off that
I'm not going to the hospital
My blood stained shirt from the show
Still smells of clove cigarettes
How can you...

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Pop, grind, slide, 
Baggy pants, oversized shirt,
Who washed? 
Here comes a novice with wood.
We ignore him until he wanders away.

My pal Doug is practicing a 186 change
Flipping his board over and over, landing on it.
He’s a beginner too, but for some reason it does not...

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An uncommonly spry basset hound
was annoyed when his ears swept the ground
But his spirits soared
when he got a skateboard
Now he’d Doggie Olympics bound

6/8/22...

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Sister Lucille enjoys skateboard riding
Weather and her arthritis providing
Lucille has skinned-up knees
From banging into trees
She has never mastered her colliding. 

Written July 14, 2022...

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Head over heels, I fell in love
With a pothole.
Twirling through the air in total weightlessness,
Spinning out of control, skateboard watching from the sidelines
Until Crack! Head first onto the pavement.
And my whole world 
Shatters. Mind to tattered
Remnants of Question 
Marks along my back and neck.
Spackled lights...

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my body is an arrow
penetrating the air
extension of my board...

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