Skye Poems - Poems about Skye

Can you know without knowing? What is in your hands that’s not showing? Is it the brilliant light of a child’s wonder? We gaze into her blue eyes and ponder. The magical warm light is from her heart. It moves and flows in you to never part. Reaching in kindness with a vibrant touch. The amazing light of her smile means so...

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OLD MYSIE “As crazy as Old Mysie” my grandma used to say. Land company made promises, too good to be true, To fisherfolk from Isle of Skye, it seemed the thing to do. Cleared up land and new built homes, tools for every need. New colony in progress, the future guaranteed. Marjorie MacDonald, called Mysie by and by, Eight years old and...

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A fearful, jagged place Yet wondrous to the eye. A place for hardy mountaineers, The Black Cuillins of Skye. No place for the timid Imposing in their might, But to stand and look upon There's ne'er a grander sight. Interlopers amid rolling hills A ridge of fierce repute, Standing aloof, magnificent They challenge rope, and boot....

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You hold it all inside, the pain you won’t show outside, you put on the brave face and feel you have to be strong, in a room full of people, but still feel alone. Demands and stresses that wear you down, they say they will be there for you, but are only there for themselves, they...

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Bicycle ride on Skye We’re off on a bike ride, brother Mick and I, From Portree to Staffin, on the Island of Skye. Sandwich for lunch, by the old man of Storr, A stop at Culnacnoc, but not sure what for. Over the Bens, down through the Glens, Making good speed on twists and the bends. Towards Flodigarry, over dark Jurassic Hills, Beauty...

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The smiling loch gives a welcome Along with the vigorous pine, Time to recharge the soul And smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye. Misty mountains of mystery Are a drug with a natural high, And offer more to discover Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye. The landscape changes each minute As clouds give way to the shine, As the sun whispers the...

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Fish and chips on the Isle of Skye At eight PM when the sun is still high, With friendly midgies and the coffee hot Where the Chips are greasy but the fish is not. The opaque moon says "look at me" Above the bright blue shiny sea, The fluffy pillows hang in the air While the Spannish tourists sigh and stare. The little...

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Skye Sweetnam is one of the best female rock stars the world has ever seen. She's from the suburb of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Her music is so amazing, it's like I'm at a mini rock concert outside of New York City. It's also as if there's an alternative rock fest just outside Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Not only is...

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The universe is a wonderful thing. I just want to say that I am in love with the plantet pluto. It is wonderful. President John F. Kennedy I just want to say thank you for finding the stars; and the plantets. I love to look at them at night and find...

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