#figureskating - Hello Poetry

I am from cold rinks and early mornings, from spins and jumps before sunrises. I am from the scrape of blades on ice, the process of falling, and the ice beneath my knees. I am from getting back up, and practice makes perfect. I am from rain and sunshine, and the stars through the trees. I am from my mother’s laugh (“A little rain won’t hurt you”) I am from walks to the river, to walks to the forest. I am from mango trees, with a sweet summer breeze, the feel of paper, lost in a book. I am from the pages filled with beautiful worlds, that live in my mind. I am from tears and laughter and happily ever after. I am from boardwalks and hotels on little coloured squares, with colourful paper money and a small shiny cat. I am from vegan meatball pasta, and I always want more Parmesan. I am from stress and dedication, and the joy of the job well done. I am from making things perfect, even when it's not worth it. I am from visiting grandparents in Ukraine, comfort and love flowing through my veins. I am from my grandparents’ beautiful kitchen, which is always in wonderful condition. I am from icing and flour, dough rising for an hour. I am from daisies and pine needles, and hazy days in fading rays. I am from all those moments, memories and experiences, that make me me, a part of the family tree, evolving and growing, step by step, moment by moment.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC

mirara_hihi

Where I'm From

I am from cold rinks and early mornings, from spins and jumps before sunrises. I am from the scrape of blades on ice, the process of falling, and the ice beneath my knees. I am from getting back up, and practice makes perfect. I am from rain and sunshine, and the stars through the trees. I am from my mother’s laugh (“A little rain won’t hurt you”) I am from walks to the river, to walks to the forest. I am from mango trees, with a sweet summer breeze, the feel of paper, lost in a book. I am from the pages filled with beautiful worlds, that live in my mind. I am from tears and laughter and happily ever after. I am from boardwalks and hotels on little coloured squares, with colourful paper money and a small shiny cat. I am from vegan meatball pasta, and I always want more Parmesan. I am from stress and dedication, and the joy of the job well done. I am from making things perfect, even when it's not worth it. I am from visiting grandparents in Ukraine, comfort and love flowing through my veins. I am from my grandparents’ beautiful kitchen, which is always in wonderful condition. I am from icing and flour, dough rising for an hour. I am from daisies and pine needles, and hazy days in fading rays. I am from all those moments, memories and experiences, that make me me, a part of the family tree, evolving and growing, step by step, moment by moment.

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he moves, like a dream —memories that resurface from murky depths, scenes cut out from rolls of film, flickering. he moves, like a song —glittering stars that descend from the heavens, the sound of water hitting the rocks, never-ending. he moves, like a wish —prayers from you to me, from me to you, from us to God, deep and shallow breaths in the interstice of smiles, promising. he moves, like a warrior —ink that never runs out til its story has been told, cries that can be heard from deep inside, reverberating. he moves, and he moves —and he stops, chilling. he moves.

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC

rainingamber

on ice

he moves, like a dream —memories that resurface from murky depths, scenes cut out from rolls of film, flickering. he moves, like a song —glittering stars that descend from the heavens, the sound of water hitting the rocks, never-ending. he moves, like a wish —prayers from you to me, from me to you, from us to God, deep and shallow breaths in the interstice of smiles, promising. he moves, like a warrior —ink that never runs out til its story has been told, cries that can be heard from deep inside, reverberating. he moves, and he moves —and he stops, chilling. he moves.

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she reaches out before her, gazing longingly into the sky, and draws her arms back to her side. her chest rises and falls. her feet begin to push against the ice and she glides like a dove riding atop a gentle breeze. she crosses her steps with elegance and swiftly flies to the end of her terrain. as she turns to return, her knees dip and spring, propelling her into the air. her legs cross at her ankles and she becomes a twisting airplane. her feet find a landing on her thin blade. she leans into the center of the rink, clutching her leg, and spins with a slow, melodic grace. as she lowers into a crouch, her tempo rises, and she becomes a brilliant storm on ice. again she rises and she strikes a stellar pose, head high-- she tells her audience the queen has arrived, and she wears ice skates.

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Dec 6, 2016

Dec 6, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC

angie-s

figure skating

she reaches out before her, gazing longingly into the sky, and draws her arms back to her side. her chest rises and falls. her feet begin to push against the ice and she glides like a dove riding atop a gentle breeze. she crosses her steps with elegance and swiftly flies to the end of her terrain. as she turns to return, her knees dip and spring, propelling her into the air. her legs cross at her ankles and she becomes a twisting airplane. her feet find a landing on her thin blade. she leans into the center of the rink, clutching her leg, and spins with a slow, melodic grace. as she lowers into a crouch, her tempo rises, and she becomes a brilliant storm on ice. again she rises and she strikes a stellar pose, head high-- she tells her audience the queen has arrived, and she wears ice skates.

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