Best Skiers Poems

The sun on snow looks like glossy paper
Rolled out in endless sheets
With my skis I sketch and write in zigzag letters
Long and flowing are my...

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Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as...

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I am water, precious water, the most important source 
of life on earth. Master of all shape shifters, I am ever
moving and changing my appearance....

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The temperature dropped by six degrees, 
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed...

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*Image of Pala au & Nanahoa by Historic Hawaii
AUDIO: Couplet read
VIDEO: Unique Okala Island Off Monumental Cliffs of Moloka'i


Cliff

Cliff's supply the bemused aback.
Amassed jaws sink...

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August Sunshine

August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In...

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A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares...

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In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions,...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above...

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They were named the Dolomites,
the Pale Mountains of Belluno,
for their limestone, jagged peaks 
and shaped splintered spires;
and they're more breathtaking even without snow!
In this region,...

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Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share

He taught him to throw...

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Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is...

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Know How to Adjust to Traffic Flow

After through whole meal completed each course
Should all of his disturbing thoughts we endorse?
Who we know now is becoming...

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a mountain
covered in snow - -
skiers fall

Jack Horne for PD’s Mountain haiku contest...

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Funny how winter turned into summer

Funny how winter turned into summer, not really, but it left a chill behind
So fifties in July feels like it...

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