Sliding Poems - Poems about Sliding

Stones for Skipping, Stepping, Sliding

I stood on edge of stream
crystal clear and cobbled,
with stones jagged and rough,
smooth flat and rounded.
How could this rumbled jumble
or rocks and gravel have got there?
Which stone was tossed and thrown?
Which was skipped there by tiny hands
trying for eight skips or more?
Which was placed strategically in
a row of stepping stones for dry-feet
to cross the stream

Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along

Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along...

as his stronghold diminishes.

Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut
of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts
to reveal her true colors in fits and starts,
nevertheless, she displays skittishness,
when sun kissed "Radiance"
(the closest equivalent would be Aglaea
from Greek mythology,
one of the Charites (Graces)
associated with radiant beauty and festive splendor)
dearly

Sliding delicately into the shimmering ashes of forgotten dreams

Sliding delicately into the shimmering ashes of forgotten dreams,
The target of vanilla tears tracing the contours of lost time,
Your once steady body lit candles for wanderers in the darkest nights,
And now your night is darker than the flickering candle’s ray.
We will forget you, somehow, for that is the nature of things.
It is not kind, but

Did I catch a electroshock after sliding down the slide?

Could it be,
that you smiled at me?

Or did,
my brain formulate a kit?

Sliding to the First Day

It is summer,
and the umbrella men
are selling hotdogs.

A good-looking priest
enters Saint Pat's,
gangly girls giggle,
then make the sign of the cross.

Thursday is All-You-Can-Eat pizza day,
the joints will be too crowded,
the slices rushed out, slapped down
way to early or late.

Office workers flock
from the second floors of everywhere,
huddle shoulder to shoulder,
to spread rumors,
then return to gaze at desktop
computer

Sliding to the First day

It is summer,
and the umbrella men
are selling hotdogs.

A good-looking priest
enters Saint Pat's,
gangly young ladies giggle,
make the sign of the cross.

Thursday is AllYouCanEat pizza day
the joint will be too crowded, too poky,
the pizza rushed out, slapped and pasted.
Office workers, those that take medicinal weed,
come flocking from the second floors
of nowhere,
shoulder to shoulder,
they huddle to spread
petty scandals

Travel Once Sliding Octet

Travel once on a haunted train,
a taste may make you lose your mind;
Railroad tracks leave the world behind 
dismantled boxcars keep rolling;
Phantom mouths continue screaming,
they show you tickets that were signed;
Pure horror here is well defined,
you’ll visit with those who were slain;

Now you feel even more confined,
travel once on a haunted train;
Take the seat that

Just Thinking Out Loud and Sliding Away

At the night when the shadows fall
It’s you I remember in my all
Nothing then seems so long ago
As we dance again in our lover’s concerto
Just thinking out loud and sliding away

I wake and you are in and around me 
Is this how love was meant to find me
Pray these moments won’t leave me now
Not knowing

Sliding Under a Bathroom Stall

if you are finicky or squeamish at all
do not crawl under that locked bathroom stall.
You never know what you will find on the ugly floor
crusty dried feces and urine, other awful stuff galore
if you are the one who locked it and slid out of the way
know that we custodians kind of despise you today.

A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs

A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs 

                             On a sunny summer Sunday evening, 
             

Sliding Type

Even if push or pull, your door doesn't open.
Because your door is sliding type.
I'll try to open your door next time.
So please wait until then.

Slip Sliding Away

What can’t be forgiven
must be forgotten
Memory the catalyst
for sorrow and pain

The future endemic
its danger befalls us
Salvation escaping
—reluctant to change

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

Sliding Back

vertiginous in a virulent cityscape
gagging on gritty gray gloom
luckless in a loveless race  
   at the bottom of a solipsistic sinkhole

(\\\\?!?!----!?!?\\\\)

exhausted by lucent losses
lying low & flying blindly behind 
sliding back into Whateverland
  where dust confronts the futile frontier

Sliding Through the Hood

Stale milk sky,
traffic is trawling for any surfacing light.
Rubber squeaks on the smeared blacktops.
No hills to climb in this part of town
we are flat earth
and mostly just tilted into our daydreams.

Corner shops are damp and derelict
or heaving with low class crime.
Shadows pounce if you drop a dime.
Its a crawl through a gauntlet
no one runs here

Sliding Chordal Wizardry

Rose and crimson-hued petals look ethereal
In the pouring chromatic wizardry darkness
Golden silken colors are included in the boreal
Every red drop of a vivid array, cut starkness.

In the pouring chromatic wizardry darkness.
Rejuvenating the gaze of magnificent seawater 
Every red drop of a vivid array, cut starkness
In the thriving watery depths of Angel's wonder.

Rejuvenating the gaze of magnificent seawater
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