Skateboarding Poems - Poems about Skateboarding

my body is an arrow penetrating the air extension of my board...

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Sister Lucille enjoys skateboard riding Weather and her arthritis providing Lucille has skinned-up knees From banging into trees She has never mastered her colliding. Written July 14, 2022...

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An uncommonly spry basset hound was annoyed when his ears swept the ground But his spirits soared when he got a skateboard Now he’d Doggie Olympics bound 6/8/22...

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Pop, grind, slide, Baggy pants, oversized shirt, Who washed? Here comes a novice with wood. We ignore him until he wanders away. My pal Doug is practicing a 186 change Flipping his board over and over, landing on it. He’s a beginner too, but for some reason it does not bother me. Maybe because we are friends. I wander up and give...

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Head over heels, I fell in love With a pothole. Twirling through the air in total weightlessness, Spinning out of control, skateboard watching from the sidelines Until Crack! Head first onto the pavement. And my whole world Shatters. Mind to tattered Remnants of Question Marks along my back and neck. Spackled lights glittering Images fluttering, color Ricocheting through my brain Thought stained. And suddenly, 1 plus...

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a few years ago i was walking from my car to my apartment. around the corner, i heard a skateboard and sure enough, skateboy mcf*ckenstein comes plowing around the corner. the kid hit a rock or something and beefed all over...

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Filling the breeze going through your hair Hitting the ramps and getting air Grinding the rails and riding around Listen to your wheels what a wonderful sound Doing heelflips,kickflips and pop shuvits too I could never find anything else to do...

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Sidewalks and skate parks; Old swimming pools drained. Kickflips and split lips; young ankles sprained. Aerials and Varials and being called a punk. Tail taps and grip tape; and tricks that take *****. Exercise that is ramped up; balance in a curve. Backflips and Bearings ...

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It smells a little like Christmas Cold and kind of like peaches-don't make fun of that And it's not even September And this time I swear if you jump off that I'm not going to the hospital My blood stained shirt from the show Still smells of clove cigarettes How can you still look so good? Never Summer. There's something wrong with us--...

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