Short Skydiver Poems

There Once Was a Lady Skydiver
Who Jumped Right Out Of a Glider
She Said Flippin 'eck
I've Broken My Kneck
And Now She Can See Right Behind Her...

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Happy birthday, Katrina Joy, 
There's an aerial emergency; 
The parachute starts to deploy, 
As the skydiver lands safely. 

Topic: Birthday of Katrina Joy Magbitang (April 01)...

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There once was a drifting skydiver.
He looked down below with grave terror.
He was falling in a tarn.
At an alligator farm –
So he prayed, then he ran on the water!

© July 11, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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The dream to fly high
Scattered puffy clouds below
A goose honks to pass

He cliff dived a lot
No water, the jump was hot
The landing was not

First skydiver fall
Lunch packed, no chute, dropped the ball
That's not good at all!...

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The skydiver was an acrobat.
When he jumped he liked to throw his hat.
Free falling was his hope
His hat stuck in the rope.
The chutte didn’t open; he died...splat!

Ó November 22, 2011


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Die A 'Fun' Death Contest 	
Sponsored by: Natalie The Rogue Rhymer...

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RIP-       SAWYER SMITH--1982-2019  SKYDIVER






~A SUNSET LAYS HERE DEPARTED
SAWYER SMITH,
*AT SUNRISE HE DID DIE AS HE LIVED*
A DIVER WHOM FALLEN FELL FROM GRACE

"HE WHOM! JUMPS OFF CLIFFS"!~



For An Epitaph to make Us Laugh 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe...

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When the skydiver leapt from his plane

     What he saw below to his great disdain

          Were 'gators flexing their jaws

               Expecting grub for their maws

                    To pursue this sport he must be insane

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 8 in Caroline Devonshire's "To Die For" Limerick Contest - July 2010...

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It ducks and dives
bouncing through the air
buzzing for it's life
free without care;
now disappeared a silence,
can't see it anywhere
a mass of confusion
It could be over there?

As elusive as it is scheming,
the lord of all flies,
Who leaves me screaming,
"Why are you so wise?!"
Incognito, always in disguise
It' colour deceitful a deep blue mottle
A skydiver, a rocket, that's Mr. Bluebottle....

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