#iceskating - Hello Poetry

She dances on the feeble ice Her moves so precise A leap for some spice It's something she feels through her bones As music and their blending tones The wind through her hair She has a spark, a flare Sliding on the ice without a care Humming to an unheard tune In her own beautiful cocoon The sky a deep maroon To any disturbance she is immune She twirls like a top Moving nonstop Her hands free in the air She moves without a care ~23/3/21

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC

anotherflower

Ice Skater

She dances on the feeble ice Her moves so precise A leap for some spice It's something she feels through her bones As music and their blending tones The wind through her hair She has a spark, a flare Sliding on the ice without a care Humming to an unheard tune In her own beautiful cocoon The sky a deep maroon To any disturbance she is immune She twirls like a top Moving nonstop Her hands free in the air She moves without a care ~23/3/21

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I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about what's more beautiful. The smooth stokes she does or the grinding sound of her blades biting the ice. The way those white boots fit her perfectly or the beauty who doesn't know how confident she looks. I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about which resembles her the most. The mountains in the back covered with snow just like her filled with joy. The frozen ice glistening under the rising sun just like her in the middle of the world.

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC

0907

Frozen Beauty

I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about what's more beautiful. The smooth stokes she does or the grinding sound of her blades biting the ice. The way those white boots fit her perfectly or the beauty who doesn't know how confident she looks. I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about which resembles her the most. The mountains in the back covered with snow just like her filled with joy. The frozen ice glistening under the rising sun just like her in the middle of the world.

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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.

16

The chill seeped in my bones Cold numbed the bared skin Of my face and hands Thin black cloth Wraps around me With strikes of color I am not warm I am not cold With twin blades Beneath my feet My center of gravity Shifted But that's okay I can still be I move forward Gliding across the ice The danger The thrill I love the elegance of the sport This is where I breathe

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC

BlackHeartedHope3

Where I breathe

The chill seeped in my bones Cold numbed the bared skin Of my face and hands Thin black cloth Wraps around me With strikes of color I am not warm I am not cold With twin blades Beneath my feet My center of gravity Shifted But that's okay I can still be I move forward Gliding across the ice The danger The thrill I love the elegance of the sport This is where I breathe

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