Short Skate Poems
Short Skate Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Skate by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Skate by length and keyword.
There once was a large ice patch on Main
Avoided by everyone sane
A foolish skater
Thought himself greater
His skating now induces horrid pain
Skating through life,
Oblivious to strife;
If you hit a wall,
You won’t bounce like a ball,
But you may still survive.
they jump bump and thump
its a game
it can cause pain
make eyes rain
its for fun fun
that run
not for fame
watch them reload on the
SKATE BOARD
I wish I were a swimming skate
I’d swim in schools; that would be great!
I would sit in class
Between shark and bass
Then play hooky and take debate
May 3, 2018
For Viv Wigley’s “I wish I was a . . .” Contest
Skate across
My frozen pond
The ice is thin
But if you should fall
Below my surface
I would rescue you
Yet if you glide gently
Across my fragile heart
You need no salvage
You know the way
Let your love guide you
Form:
I send my wheels on uneven ground,
fear humming louder than the street,
but courage sparks when I push off,
a girl who won't accept defeat.
I land the trick I thought I'd miss,
not built for crowns, I’m built for this.
Opportunities come and leave on a skate
Falling down doesn't mean it's all because of fate
Failure are supposed to teach you about errors not hate
Getting up is all about never giving at any rate
Things can turnover in any date
Opportunities come and leave on a skate
Flushed cheeks and filled with serene truth,
on a lake of rose quartz I skate;
Coral ice surrounds and starts to soothe
a warm smile slowly radiates;
My temperature elevates
I do a spin and understand
part of the dance is always fate;
If I slip hold onto my hand.
Trump Trying To Skate
Trump with bone spurs tried to skate,
Or from Viet Nam service forever wait;
Draft dodger;
Now old cadger;
Position of president for him did create.
Jim Horn
Amazing how America can make
jobs for various people regardless
of education and experience.
roller skating on Saturday night
seventh graders feel it is all right
skating hard under a disco ball
wearing those skates made us feel tall
at age thirteen, not old enough to drive
skating rink hijinks kept our hopes alive
we skated with a partner under that disco ball
careful to show off our moves; dreading a fall
People say,"He shouldn't skate,
he's killing himself!"
My reply is don't hate
I can handle myself.
Double vision, broken elbow
won't stop me.
Removing my board is like a punch in the face,
it'll drop me.
I was born to skate, my board was born with me,
throwin tre flips straight out my mother's womb.
I've come to find I'm not scared of death.
Board, why should I be scared of you?
7 year old skateboarder young boy with long braided Locs;
Overpowered by powerful frocks;
Skateboarding over wooden boxes;
fell hard, knees scarred;
Was impaled by a rusty nail;
Went to ER had a passionate nurse
She asked the boy which ouchy he wanted soothe first;
She was like penicillin she stuck a needle in his buttocks the, filled with a shot of tetanus?
Mr. and Mrs. McWhiskers are helping Wily skate pure.
But if she didn’t grab him up, then dad did for sure.
He almost took some tumbles, possibly three.
Neither want him to scrape a paw or a knee.
Why don’t you let him take a spill? An old observant guy suggested.
They gave him hateful looks that might get a gang member arrested.
I’m just saying he needs to many up, maybe land on his chin.
They sneered and snarled and shook their parent paws at him.
Wheels spin, board flies. Through the air, streets, the city.
Making my own path, benches, rails, free to ride, glide.
Suddenly stops.
Can’t go here, there, anywhere.
Danger, menace, in the crowd, no longer allowed.
People with power take ours, don’t grind, unwind. Protect the streets, places, spaces.
They give us our own places.
Spaces to hide our faces.
No longer a danger or threat. Nothing to fear. Our voice they don’t hear. No longer free, the enemy.
With no war.