Best Skimming Poems
the sun threw a sidearm ray
that bounced off the surface many-times~
sank before making the bay
7-9-7 syllable count
Categories:
skimming, sun,
Form:
Haiku
Under the shade of a sychamore tree,
on the edge of a pond sat a he and she.
both who were living with a burdening fee
for the she could not hear, and the he could not see.
and he sat there in the shade of the leaves,
listening to the rustle of the wind through the reeds,
till he heard a voice travelling in the breeze.
singing him tales of worlds overseas.
she painted him visions so clear he could feel.
her words flowed so gently as they tried to reveal
the movement of joy on ripe barley fields
and treasure of old the sea tries to conceal.
on the opposite shore, by a moss covered stone
sat a she who sangs songs to the wind and the gnomes
she dangled her feet into the water below
and read the love ripples from his skimming stones.
Categories:
skimming, friendship, imagination, love, romance
Form:
Nature is a fugitive here now
the air thick with metallic salt
silver waves lap a barren shore
Governments bend and lie
as we all do – yet a silent army
of synthetic colors and dyes
march on attacking the palette
O alumina! O ammonia!
Fill me with your artifice!
Yellow cakes
Red sauces
Purple candies
Orange creams
Blue cereals
Green soups
Let your conspiracy of agents
wash over me - violate my organs
destroy my mind and memory but
never leave me without the taste of you
Firming agents
Coloring agents
Anticaking agents
Neutralizing agents
Dough strengtheners
Emulsifying agents
Stabilizers and thickeners
Leavening agents
Curing agents
I have never needed you
and have never wanted you
even though they claim you
are generally recognized as safe
Yellow cheeses
Red icings
Purple lozenges
Orange liquids
Blue creams
Green gums
The experiments began long ago
handshakes with a toothless FDA
a rainbow of profits for sellers all
But the pain you leave behind
is a story that has never been told
the proof is a truth held hostage
You have never really been scolded
never have felt any sense of shame
but we know all of your names now
Categories:
skimming, corruption, environment, political, pollution,
Form:
Verse
, italics ,
Skimming the blue
Beneath the earth sleeping, silent to this day lay a squadron fit for heroes,
Crated and at prey, years of torment endured, destined for the skies,
Brave wings of might capture British heart’s, buried from prying eyes.
Denied by fate freedom of flight, the battle seen by many,
Built for speed with athletic lines and engineered by the penny.
Poetic, Britannia’s shield they carry, Britain’s sweat and tears,
Twenty times the grave men dug,
Caressed in oil and grease they lay for years and years.
Until the day restoration comes, eternally they would stay,
Exhumed from their earthly tombs silently they prey
No man could endeavour to save a nation without those steely knights
And finally when the heavens call and winds blow across wings in flight
Inspiration their final gift, in memory of their comrades plight.
With wings of glory and youth onboard given gods holy grace
The lost squadron abandoned will be reborn and finally learn their fate,
Poetic that Merlin engines sound, thundering across British skies,
Loved by British hearts and minds bringing a tear to a knowing eye.
Categories:
skimming, patriotic, day,
Form:
Bio
SKIMMING
surface like glass
tight thin ice
below a
whirlpool pulls
in too deep
an elapsed
Soul
skimming the face
of words left
in neutral
swirl vortex
shallow low
down beneath
Scroll
throwaway
pointless
empty
Hollow
© Kim van Breda—17 January 2016
Categories:
skimming, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark
Where I saw tall trees wearing many crowns
with greatest splendor wrapping spreading limbs.
Early each morn wearing soft, dewy gowns
floating teardrops dropping from brightened stems.
Ancient tree trunks adorned with gnarly knots
such rustic beauty in their thickened bark.
Nature gives majesty as it allots
be it ancient tree or skimming skylark.
Trees holding my heart in sky-filling grasp
sky reaching titans eating my dark gloom.
Nature's beauty awes within me to gasp
and with inspired mind paint a wooded room.
Return I to timeless inspiring scene.
Trees grabbing at the bluest sky to preen.
R. J. Lindley
Sept, 1981
Note- From my private journal, written back in 1981. One minor correction made today.
"Return I --"again"- to timeless inspiring scene." The word "again" removed in order to meet the ten syllable count. Man, how I dearly hate having to do that.......
Exactly why so often I ignore poetry form restricting requirements!
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 97
Categories:
skimming, beautiful, celebration, imagery, magic,
Form:
Sonnet
I'm shopping for Santa.
He's not good with money.
He'll us up my credit
and laugh like it's funny.
He says he's not perfect
but what can he do.
With Christmas time coming
we'll all need to woo.
So spend what you have to
and say it's for him.
And know in your spirit
a Saint comes to skim.
Categories:
skimming, 5th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Quatrain
Moon over water stars in the sky
Have you ?. ever skimmed stones on the moon
comp entry 14112016
Categories:
skimming, fun,
Form:
Crystalline
I don't count the waves
Shaking me; perhaps fearful
Of going under.
After a pure kiss
Changed to salt; pushed back on shore—
Scars beneath my feet;
2 a.m. holds no
Claim to drown; a darkened throw
Of sand to heaven.
World bawled in a fist,
Where she is held up, not far
From me— home, not far.
Categories:
skimming, beach, cry, dark, deep,
Form:
Haiku
I seek to gather my thoughts
scattered about like leafs tumbling
along a path in Autumn winds
my attempt blown off my head
taken by the crow
over to the neighbors yard
I see my day before me, glowing
across the rose tinted lake
ripples float through my mind
real as the turquoise painted sky
I catch my words in the breeze
and snuggle them to me
when down settles a white egret
to hunt in the early morning
then disappears like my thoughts
an apprarition of clarity
goose bumped along my skin
wakes me from my solitude of night
a swallow skimming the water
flying freely as birds do
the pink of daybreak settles behind me
one side honey with suns first touch
the other still holding its promise
in pale silhouette of dawn
rolling verbs against the dome above
almost, I am ready to resume
to take the path I've built
and make something from my plans
even if they blow silently away
before I finish the last sentence
Categories:
skimming, morning, writing,
Form:
Free verse
I've got a cup that overflows with emotions
Emotions I can't bottle up cause I don't want to hurt
I want to live and feel and enjoy every bit of it
But at times I can't help but skim from the top
That's why I be pouring into empty cups
Cups that don't pour into others
Cups that only know what it feels to receive
And they expect it to be timely, in their own time
I've go a cup that overflows with emotions
Emotions that I try to tap into my words
As the ink from my soul drips into lifeless souls
Cause living has drained the out of most of us
That's why we live like we ain't living for others
Only looking out for ourselves
Forgetting that we can't exist all by ourselves
That we were meant to coexist
I've got a cup that overflows with emotions
Thats why every time I write I'm able to draw things,
both good and bad to me
For I lace my words with my personality that's why you relate
The PO£T
Categories:
skimming, appreciation, art, beautiful, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Looking down I can see
so many different possibilities
wondering which I shall pick
and with it then what I shall see
smooth pink stone with pits of white
will it fit in my fingers just right
that I might flick it with the crack like a whip
to get the perfect gyroscopic spin
has it mass that it might fly
many times as it skims
kissing upon the water where
ripples will spread in growing rings
or perhaps a kidney shape
bisected by a streak of white
bigger that more power might have
that longer then might be its flight
wonder I at a stone oblong
black and white and quite small
perhaps it's basalt mixed with lime
would it then keep its spin
here a stone with finger notch
of dark gray with salmon swirls
somehow draws and holds my eye
I want it not into the water to fling
so many lie here from which to choose
gold and salmon grays black and white
smooth and round or angles tight
I wonder which to give flight
as I lay in dark of night
waking from the fading dream
with bleary eyes upon the clock to gaze
to see the minutes slip away
slip do I from fading dreams
into the night awakening
with hours long before the dawn
seeking sleep that alludes me
'tis there meaning that I should
deeper thoughts into which to plunge
hidden meanings for me to find
or just confusion of fading dreams
Categories:
skimming, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Daydreams and memories
Like skimming stones across a creek
Sometimes seeming
to skip on endlessly
Before finally going under
Just touching on moment after moment
of your existence
Before sinking into a particular memory
Other times just a few jumps
dipping into flashbacks
Here and there
Before disappearing underwater
Then there's the miss-throw
Plunging straight in
to a vivid moment of your life
That has touched you deeply
And....
like the stone
You sink...
The inevitable result
Every time
There is no other ending
You always end up in the water
Reliving a part of your day
Or a moment long past
Joyful memories
Hurtful memories
It makes no difference
You will always sink
It is the nature of the stone
It seems uncontrollable
Totally a wild beast
Random and unpredictable
But it doesn't have to be the end of the story
You can change it
Take control of the skipping
Choose the smoothest rock
learn to choose WHICH memories to drown in
Skip past the nightmares
Sink into the happy ones
learn how to hold your breath underwater
Find yourself a scuba diving set
For me, it's reading a good book and writing poetry
that supplies me with oxygen
Use when needed
And
you push on
Reaching for a time that made you happy
Or turned your heart into a pool of molten wax
A time that made you laugh
till tears ran down your cheeks
Had you flying through the air
Free as a bird
Or dancing on the clouds
crying from overwhelming gratitude
Everyone has some moment in their life
That they felt good about
As small as a smile from a stranger
At a time when you needed someone to notice you
Or as momentous as holding your first baby in your arms
Each time you
succeed in reaching the happy points
You become stronger
Happier within yourself
And you begin to create more heartfelt moments to remember
So you fall less and less into the bad daydreams
You just have to learn to breathe underwater
Strengthen your lungs
Exercise your throwing muscles
And become a brilliant stone skipper
Until
One day
You will skip right over to the other bank.
Categories:
skimming, change, courage, feelings, moving
Form:
Free verse
skimming the updraft
a hawk soars past my head
with playful ease
Categories:
skimming, flying, freedom, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Skimming
the calm surface,
a taste of what’s inside;
His smile a shy invitation
to swim.
Categories:
skimming, emotions, feelings, romance,
Form:
Cinquain