Short Skidding Poems
Short Skidding Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Skidding by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Skidding by length and keyword.
Sliding down the slope,
Looking like a dope,
Slipping through the trees,
Skidding on my knees,
Wish I'd worn my skis.
sun
gnaws
diamond
smiles
bird flies
moon covers
skidding
down
pierces
encircles
sparkling thought
in
pursuit
We have a mild start to winter so far
So much better for driving the family car
No skidding off the road
No need to be towed
Even throw snowballs while playing my sitar
Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below
Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways
Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen
Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification
I'm skidding broadside,
in a cloud of smoke.
What an awesome ride,
as I go for broke.
This journey called life,
shouldn't be pretty.
Nor laden with strife,
just keep the gritty.
I'm totally fried,
what a wild ride!
~Johnnymac
This poem brings a surprise,
Once I came home with bits of pies
In my hair, kids did what they dare,
Food fights all over everywhere,
All part of sacramental life,
Church celebrations full of strife,
No, I am not kidding,
In cream puffs we were skidding,
This Dracula finally left the scene,
You try teaching all those tweens!
Hornets came flying in from all directions
Skidding to a stop, showing no kinds of affections.
They filled the kitchen, they filled the hall.
The wasps joined them and had a ball.
The mud daubers heard and tried to crash.
Which was truly pushy and rather rash.
A fight ensued, they stung each other almost to death.
I heard this account from my curious cousin Beth.
Silly stupid me by golly
I just can't believe my folly!
I am just damaged way too much
To be in receipt of love as such.
Just for one second in time
I believed I could shine.
Who am I kidding?
Life around me is skidding.
Loving me is a nothing but a curse
Your heart will leave me in a hearse.
Happiness is just not meant for me.
Love, for me, not ever meant to be.
Santa's Big Night
“Whoa!” Santa screams,
And the reindeer freeze,
Skidding to a stop
On the old rooftop.
Dressed in a coat of red,
He jumps from the sled,
And then, with a wink
And quick as a mink,
Down the chimney he goes
With a sack full of toys.
Then, in a sneeze,
He’s up in a breeze,
Flying out of sight,
Waving to all,
“Merry Christmas!
And a good night!”
Night frost,
Shining on the road,
Slippery and slick,
Clinging to plants,
Clinging to cars,
Vehicle skidding,
Shivering in the cold,
Wrap up warm,
It's so icy outside,
Breath like smoke,
Fingers freezing cold,
Gloves to keep them warm,
Sand on the roads,
Sand on the paths,
Take great care,
It's icy out there,
When the night frost hits,
In the morning light,
Danger can be seen,
Sheet ice,
Take care.
A dark night, no stars, no moon,
light rain
the rumble of distant thunder
a gunshot, close
the sound of feet, running
loud voices, screaming
a car door slamming shut
tires skidding
another gunshot
a pause,
footsteps on the porch
doorknob turning
a rattle of the door
deadbolt holding
police siren, closing fast
footsteps moving
and then it stopped
distant thunder, light rain
no stars, no moon
6/2/17
I'm alone.
The sea calls to me,
diamond spears
striking stone terraces,
an ominous clash
like thundering war drums.
The air hums with electricity,
my hair bristling
inside the storm.
The ground beneath melts away,
rocks tumbling into the sea below.
Skidding, sliding,
I lock eyes with
the ocean spray,
its roar thick with contempt
and the hunger to devour all.
Why does the neighbour have to own a damn dog?
Noon daydreams slip
along the stair rail
dripping sad puddling
pools of
persistent struggle ~
faith slip
skidding
down
slippery steps
bump
bump bumping
against immovable
walls of tireless
chaos ~
Stiff
creaking
stubborn knees
finally bend
in the morning dew
and kneel before
you . . . .
and
ask
Beneath the sea
swirls the untouched
of me
slip sliding
deeply on silent green winds
skidding on bottom storms
blind
sweetest bubble notes of Being
rise to burst on the surface
in symphony ~
the music
of
your
rainbow
colours.
x
Thank you Mark Hansen for encouraging me to write about my love of the sea to
get me off the bubble ; )
Skidding behind a three-wheeler
Canterbury bells in my hair
And twisted whispers in the wind.
Chandelier tinkling glass in the evening
Wicked wonders in my eye
Adventure of the wild summer life
The lights and sounds of a world unbridled
Constant noise and blazing light.
Where have the wild gone
What this road’s children once had?
But as the wind pulls my hair from my face
Those memories drift away
Leaving only my blades and an ATV
And the asphalt underneath.
i woke to him
perched like some
ravenous beast above
my door, his pallid
bulk & sulking wings
skidding to the floor.
lights burned from
his eyes while
he hold of my ancient
indulgence, exposing
the verge of a
chosen path
& some unfolding amoral
tap dance,
a coreographed
last chance
granting
me entrance to every
unseen world.
he smiled as i twirled,
stepping into the fire.
plucking his lyre, hoofs
clip-clapping to the beat
of me melting into the heat.
The wind is whipping, so the sleet’s
Like needles on your face.
Your feet are slipping on the sheets
Of ice formed everyplace.
The cars are skidding on the roads
That haven’t gotten salt.
It’s so forbidding, each abode’s
Prepared for an assault.
The people shopping in the stores
Buy everything in sight;
Though some are stopping doing chores
That they don’t need tonight.
The blizzard’s blowing as they said,
A fierce, ferocious storm.
So I’m not going out; instead,
I’ll watch from in the warm.