Skipping Poems - Poems about Skipping

With every tap across the lake, Ripples are shot across. The waters cheerily wake, They wait another toss, - Then another toss is made. It is seen bouncing further by. Waves of merriment parade, And consume the beholder’s eye. The lake dances in the moonlight, A sight where felicity bestows. There isn’t a happier sight - Than when we are skipping stones....

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Skipping stones across the lake They skip along and ripples make Impressions each that slowly fade As falling stars that fall away Across the chasms of the sky Chance be seen by roving eye But mostly chance forgotten As if by chance they never happened – And fading ripples, falling stars Are transient moments lost in thought Like chancing looks upon a face That come and...

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A child skips stones Their parents fear they will sink So, they skip alone...

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Skipping Christmas, Always seems like a good idea at the time, When you are standing in line, To buy some twine, And you have yet to dine, While expecting a parking fine, If your car has not already been sold online. The trouble is once you are in a line, Anywhere close to Christmas time, A sale sign, Will pull you back into line, And...

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Did you even want to be found? I took my shackles off and formed a search and rescue team But did you even want to be found? You’ve been running all your life I think you’ve aced this marathon Just come home to me and sprawl out on the floor you were just begging on With your conlifting...

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“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?” Sir, what do you want to know? If only you are keen, And do not look at me with prejudice, I shall explain, How I ended up here and tell you my whole story_ The story of my journey from the cliff...

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"Good day! God is good! I’m about to have an ambush interview with you… Yet, you got stuck on my special child’s wheelchair. Thus, I don’t need to pursue after you, skipping stone!" "Well, the Lord has answered your prayer for an encounter with me… ...

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You are challenging to keep up with  Mr. Stone,    Yep??    Was it difficult to lose weight     Since your rolling stone success?      Yep?      Since you came rock bottom in the skimming       Are you feeling bolder...

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I saw you bump bump bumping along, making little ripples on the lake, and now I’ve dove into the water to find you, but many stones are here. Which one, recent skipping stone, are you? It is I. I have found myself submerged in this liquid cool of blue. It’s so strange. And how, may I ask, does it feel to be inside...

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Skipping Stones I went to an interview with a nervous heart, My mind racing agile, my thoughts all apart, I paced and I fretted, I worried and stewed, But then I saw a skipping stone and my mood improved. I picked it up and held it tight, Feeling its smoothness, its weight just right, I took a deep breath and closed my...

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"My dear skipping stone," I gently asked. "What tales lie within your flitting flight, As you tippy-toe skip over the water so fast?" What lessons can you tell us, Oh shiny one so bright?" "Well firstly, it's in the shape of stone." The skipper's learned response began. "Choose a flat smooth one, from the wet river zone, Where smooth stones have collected...

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We'll start this in-depth interview By asking, please tell me more about you I'm just a stone, one of many I am really just ten a penny Nothing interesting for your notes I just sit here and watch the boats Perhaps a witness will attest That you are in fact the best? (A joyful chap steps up to the mic) Absolutely! Yes, that's right! This...

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i decided to keep my findings to myself life moves in different directions for all people likes and dislikes are both similar and contrasting i was hoping to find a small space to breathe in the neverending movement what i ended up with is a migraine with nausea on a pavement with hungry ants when i hurl on said ants,...

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I wish I were a poet. I think I am, I know it. My mind says “don’t blow it.” I think I’ll give it time. Poems I’ve read a lot, you know, I haven’t read enough, although, to make a mark in time and show I think I’ll give it time. This is fun. It gives me rest. Especially when I read the best. My...

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Mary skipped to a different beat You could see it in her funny feet One shoe off, the other on One sock green, the other brown... She did her homework in the john TV, computer, and radio on Excelled in school at...

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