Skimming Poems - Poems about Skimming

skimming the updraft a hawk soars past my head with playful ease...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Skimming the calm surface, a taste of what’s inside; His smile a shy invitation to swim....

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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...

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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...

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the sun threw a sidearm ray that bounced off the surface many-times~ sank before making the bay 7-9-7 syllable count...

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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....

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Moon over water stars in the sky Have you ?. ever skimmed stones on the moon comp entry 14112016...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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, 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...

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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...

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