Skimming Poems - Poems about Skimming

skimming the updraft

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

Memories

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

Skimming The Ocean

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.

Skimming Off the Top

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

Skimming

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

Skimming Stones

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

Skimming Along

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

Stone Skimming

the sun threw a sidearm ray
that bounced off the surface many-times~
sank before making the bay


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Saint Nick Skimmer

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.

Skimming Stones

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




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Skimming Aluminum Lake

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

Skimming

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

Be It Ancient Tree Or Skimming Skylark

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

Skimming the Blue

, 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

Skimming Stones

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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