"skated" poems
jumped off the bridge, hung out with bros, floated a log down the river chilled in the back of a van, skated, bombed a hill with a guy playing the acoustic guitar...coconut icecream and a ******* would be a great ender but either way im happy
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't.
Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie.
I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed.
As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink.
I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said,
I don't normally go for that kind of snack.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
This morning I rose before the sun,
Stretched slowly and yawned wide,
Then drove to the skate park,
knowing it would be empty this early.
I skated, really skated,
braver away from others' eyes.
Others trickled in over the hours.
Sitting, resting on the bleachers
A question from another,
"why is no one skating?"
I, confused, reply incredulously
"Why are YOU not skating?"
His explanation saddens me.
He doesn't skate,
is twenty years old,
and so feels it's too late.
I'm 26, I tell him,
I just started and I'm terrible.
It's true.
I'm unsure of myself
and my form
is
off
but I'm trying.
We have this one life,
one chance.
Why would you not try
for something
you've always wanted to do
or something you love?
You don't have to be good,
but ****
you do have to try.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Gathering up my thoughts like the Pieces of a broken vase smashed by a careless hand,
passed times all over the floor the future not mapped out as before,
a vase no-longer holds flowers for me a life time on the floor for all to see
trying to step trough the broken shards and not cause more damage and Paine even if I could glue it back
Together it would never be the same, the cracks would show and the pattern not Mach so the broke vase will remans skated for all to see .
Was it her or was it me, was it never ment to be
it's all smashed up for all to see Broken shards scattered pieces tell me it wasn't me
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 4:37 PM UTC
We sat outside the coffee shop
next to a fire,
watching the sun set behind decrepit buildings.
I lamented over the lack of a roller rink in the area,
reflecting on memories of wobbling around in circles
with dizzying lights and blaring speakers
ejecting Pink, Daft Punk, and Eiffel 65 onto my critical youth.
I felt like a king.
We finished our smoothies and retreated
to an empty hotel parking lot,
where I taught her to skateboard.
One foot over the front bolts,
the back foot over two of the back bolts
but resting over the tail,
kick, push,
it's in the ***** of your feet--
weight distribution.
Tic, tac, scrape, thud--
she falls repeatedly
and gets back up.
I admire her resilience and perpetual smile--
This is what skateboarding is all about.
We roll around the hotel parking lot,
our endpoints being a lone luminescent lamppost
and a telephone pole beleaguered by a plot of shrubbery
that demarcates itself from the pavement.
We circle around the poles for hours,
forming an imaginary oblong track between the two,
our laughs carrying into the cool summer night lullaby
that sang the drowsy small town to sleep.
The fading throb of the wedding reception
at the bottom of the town square by the wharf,
carrying over to us.
The stores closed up hours ago,
silent empty windows reflecting the lonely streetlights
and our ambulance back at us.
We skated on unperturbed into the night hour.
A man walks outside the hotel
to have a cigarette on the sidewalk--
I imagine he is watching us and admiring our glee.
Rolling between this telephone pole and lamppost,
the glare and reflection of the empty silent windows,
the soundtrack singing above our heads,
our laughs, and the tic-tac of skateboards
and groaning of wheels over stubborn pavement
bringing my melancholic reverie to a halt,
recognizing and understanding happiness in the present moment--
This is my roller rink.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
There was no joy in Mudville,
The air was cold that night.
For the hockey team was losing
And shorthanded, following a fight.
With 5 minutes on the penalty clock
And 1 minute left in regulation
It seemed as though the season was over
And the team would be heading to the unemployment line by the train station.
The next face off was won by Mudville,
And they dumped the puck down the ice
Wilson raced down after that 3 pound puck, and out of nowhere came Johnson, a pass to score as he fell down the ice!
Tied with about 30 seconds to go, the crowd gave an almighty roar
Because they tied the game shorthanded,
Johnson, a defenseman had scored.
The teams headed into overtime, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife,
For in hockey overtime is sudden death, the next goal would win the night.
And after a 10 minute intermission, the teams returned to the ice
The referee skated out to center, and dropped the puck between two anxious Sticks.
The duel was on, and both goalies were tested
But neither one would fall for the forwards tricks
With overtime ended, we went to a shootout,
This seemed to be the only way to decide the game.
And after Wilson stepped back onto the ice, he scored giving Mudville a chance to win the game.
But Jeralds would tie the shootout in the second round, and Johnson, following him would do the same. So after a miraculous stop by Mudville's goalie, it would fall onto Casey to win the game.
A hush fell over the crowd, as Casey stepped onto the ice, he took a deep breath and started on his way,
He skated wide left stick handling down, his head up at the goalie trying to get him out of play.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey was shutout.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
In Lisbon, we blended
ended the day with spectacular culinary
Shopped and hopped side to side
In Dublin, we vented
as the whisky and Guinness was **** good
Shipped the hire car to Galway
In Italy, we invented
dropped coins in fountains of love we already held
From Florence, to Milan, to Rome, to Bologna
In Paris, I rented
alone in protests and hippies at Place De La Republique
Dreamt of you as they skated
In Romania, I persisted
up on the icy Tranfagarasan highway traps
I saw a bear and it had your eyes
In Stockholm, we insisted
As the Vasa sunk on tables of *****
Pecked on the trains and shied away.
In London, we protested
It was an ordinary day and the flowers didn't bloom
The Thames was gloomy and stale
In Oslo, we transmitted
The reindeer meal and cranberry was a disaster
The gloom followed us to southern skies
In Copenhagen, you were sorted
Smiled and amused by the Tivoli gardens
The night became day and the wind withered
In Amsterdam, we did what we did
Stored the memories on the reclaimed lands
Free-spirited in love and in eternity
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
several snakes spiraling
hissing a message in her ear
telephone is dialing
waiting for a call from someone dear
(on the velveteen tangerine)
roller skated through the town
laces strangle each other like constrictors
gravity is upside down
the pair of skates are like twin sisters
(on the velveteen tangerine)
ivy climbing legs and boughs
stemming into leaves and flowers
time is spinning backwards now
the clock has been gone for hours
(on the velveteen tangerine)
cream and sugar sweet
share a cup of tea with company
friends talk about their week
lounging in the leafy canopy
(on the velveteen tangerine)
eyes stare at the strange sight
unattached and independently
moonlight shines on glades of green at night
trees blend into starry scenery
(on the velveteen tangerine)
citrus spheres hang from tree limbs
peel the hard rind to make it nice
pick one or a dozen at your whim
drink sweet juice or swallow a slice
(on the velveteen tangerine)
beware of seeds and centipedes
but take a chance and you will dance
with delight around midnight
on the velveteen tangerine
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Even as he spilled over with confidence
While his tongue smoothly ice skated across the chalice of my pelvis
I was not fooled.
I could still feel his caged heart race and buck
As he laid between the cradle of my hips.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
In summer, water is used
For many purposes.
It is swam in, played in
And jumped in.
It is also used to
Tube on, ski on
And surfed on.
Water is a necessity for summer to occur.
In winter, water is used
For many purposes.
It is played on, skated on,
And hopefully not fallen on.
Water is a necessity for winter to occur.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
i seldom remember
what i remembered
before I could remember
remember december
the snowdrifts, remember
you skated down memory lane
my memory failed me
my lifetime defeats me
forget about leaving alive
remember?
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
There is no hope.
We walked in circles round the worm, its amorphous purpose lost on us. A sleek, black, rotting corpse, buried within skyscrapers and city streets. We could see no end to it. Everyone had done their best to avoid mention, even as traffic backed, markets stalled and entire city blocks went down.
The pier was bustling at noon. Sweet, burning, haze of smells. Business men wandered out for lunch, laughing to themselves as they secretly wondered how they’d pass the black mass. Children scurried round it, morbidly curious. Their parents would wring their hands, shooting sights at everything but the worm. A throng of oblivious teens skated into it and were knocked flat on their backs. A business man stepped over the moaning mass, eating a hot dog.
Three days passed and nothing had been done. The smell worsened.
The media continued their daily fluster. Weather. Sports. Local news. Farmer John had gotten pink eye again. They held awkward smiles in their teeth, and deadpan concern in their crows feet. His meat would be safe once cooked.
The government were curiously absent.
Conspiracists were already calling it Non-entity 012. The world worm. The dead god in the room.
If we close our eyes, will it disappear?
-- Anonymous Male. New York, USA.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
The wind was cold and the air crisp in our lungs
but the streets were clear of ice and the yards barren of snow. Our Alaskan winter just wasn't
Alaskan.
But down came the snow and your giggles of joy erupted from your gorgeous belly as you skated over the ice in your CivNasty,
giggling the whole way. Your joy is nothing but contagious as your smile consumes your face.
My PTSD vanishing as I hold your hand drifting around corners. We're everything but safe,
completely immersed in a fairy tale that is our love story
making donuts in parking lots
and love beneath sheets.
Risky business. Make love to me in this winter wonderland beneath the blankets of white snow and grey clouds engulfing us in the love that is the warmth of our limbs intertwined together.
Whisper secrets to my goosebumps,
My lover.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
shifty eyes watch me
and your smile is the disguise
that hides your true intentions that lie
deep in those deceitful eyes
you notice the scars
and your concern makes my heart rise
but again i am reminded
that the past is clouded with lies
your hand intertwined in mine
and i gladly settled
into your arms
as you skipped pebbles
"let's just be friends" i said at the skating rink
and you cheerfully agreed
but when i skated past you
the deceitful eyes made an appearance (the hatred burst from this seed)
hours to days and days to a month
we crossed paths again on the train
i cautiously took a seat next to you and your friends
and you proudly planted a kiss on my left side brain
days later you return to your icy self
and i ask myself again
if i'm ready to take the plunge with you
as my shaking thumb pressed send
"he only wants to take you" my friend says
"please be careful" implies another
"i don't think you should" his friend whispers
"stay away from him" says my mother
but the mystery that is you
keeps me coming back
but you will never love me
and that is a fact.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
I walked to school in the snow
up to my knees
like an acrobat trapezed
from snow angel to man
to summers
as humid as saunas
but we still rode bikes
and played ball in heat
and jumped off bridges into the canal
in front of retired fisherman
who wore straw hats and smoke pipes
like snowmen and they ice fished
in the harbor where we skated
and sprayed snow on each other
until the ice cracked
in spring thaw
where bass spawn
and they fished
and we swam
until fall.
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
We spent hours on our skateboards
Hot days and cold nights
Skinned knees bleed slightly; they drip lightly on the same asphalt
that we glide over all afternoon
Rubber wheels smack cracks in the sidewalk
Wood scrapes concrete as you launch into the
air
if only for a moment
Everyone comes down
Rosy from the sunshine
T-Shirt stuck slightly to my sweating back
I wheeled myself under the installed cedars,
over littered leaves,
around suburban corners
A man in an orange vest held up his arms, beckoning mothers in their
vans to stop for me while I skated by but
I didn’t thank him
I felt regret
In your room we fumbled awkwardly in the half-light
Sunshine warmed us in slats through your dusty blinds
Partially filled cups sat atop your dresser, full of water and red pop
There was a buffalo springfield poster on your wall and I thought you
were devastatingly cool
We’re sixteen and we’re not in love but we love what we’re doing
I still remember your skin, it was olive dark and bruised all over,
when I ran my fingers down your back white lines remained for a
fleeting moment
Short shorts and a long shirt, these memories are vivid
I wonder where you are now – an actress I hear, which is funny
because I never really thought you were any good
I wonder if you still find the minutes to take your old skateboard,
covered in dust and the film of time, out of whatever buried corner it
inhabits
Back in your bedroom, my hand lingers next to yours as we sit close on your bed
While you contemplate my lips, I contemplate yours
I’m a little late for dinner
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
An old tea tray was our Bob sleigh
as we slid to and fro
We'd both fall off in drifts so soft
of fresh white fallen snow
snowmen we made stood on parade
each fallen twig a gun
then watch them fall as each snow ball
was thrown at them for fun
Then me and you built an igloo
and sat in it all day
with cocoa hot that hit the spot
and chased the cold away
On borrowed blades in woodland shades
we skated on the lake
but soon gave in the ice too thin
And thought that it might break
The snow topped trees with frozen leaves
Rained drifts upon our heads
A crystal Ross now all that grows
within the frozen beds
I head mom laugh you need a bath
to thaw your frozen toes
Now look at you my icy two
In wet through winter clothes
So bath then tea for bear and me
hot soup and fresh made bread
Then up the stair for me and bear
for its now time for bed
Tomorrow though if there's still snow
we'll do it all again
So snuggle tight my friend goodnight
and pray we don't have rain
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
I've heard it's about control
sounds simple
I'd control myself in shops
sustained by other people's greed
temptation
hunger
that croissant's half fat that
caesar-salad dressing oily depths
of calories
this pineapple is my five a day
my first my last
vulture-gripped and smuggled home
brown paper bagged
at my desk I'd lose control
cutting in ahead of schedule
tearing an espresso spoon
through fibrous sinew gorges
hunched
hacking into flesh
until I'd hollowed out
scraped off every scrap
and filled myself with bile
I ice-skated for hours that day
blisters on my fingers from the spoon
round and round
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
There is falling
and there's FALLING
and I was good at both
I swear to that completely
I'll swear that under oath
If there's a way to take a tumble
A way to fall on down
Then I'm the best example
I've spent a life time on the ground
First, we'll tackle skating
Couldn't cross and make the turn
I'd get caught and then I'd tumble
It's something I never did quite learn
I was always out there falling
While the others skated by
I could never make the motion
So...I no longer even try
Athletics, you know track and field
High hurdles, running track
It's evident, I couldn't jump
So from track I got the sack
Always had weak ankles
Was always falling down
While most kids shorts were crisp and white
Mine were stained all green and brown
I gave up and then tried camping
Just a tent, the woods and me
I never even got out once
I tripped over a tree
I mean, I fell out in the forest
And yes, I made a sound
I mean if anybody heard that noise
It was me hitting the ground
I'm not much good at anything
You can see that from my past
My body moves at one speed
My feet just go too fast
I've always been a faller
Falling's the one real thing I do
And the last time that I fell
Was the day, that I met you....
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Softly she tiptoes across the lawn
Warm muffin hand snuggled in mine
Off we go to watch the sunrise
see the dawn get born
Hungrily I turn for more of the dream
Another re-run - my favorite one
Wide-eyed she tastes the fresh new air
Dips her piggies in the stream
Why does it smell so different dad?
Willow trees heave a sigh and blink
Frogs smile and wink in the sparkly dew
Well you see darling... gone! begad!
Don't stop now! More I implore
Play how she skated to me down the hill
long before she learned to drive
the thrills, the spills, kissing her sore
Now the **** crows a new dawn, fresh
Someday soon I'll see what she saw
Return O Lord! restore shalom
as it was in the beginning - afresh
Sep 26, 2009
Sep 26, 2009 at 9:12 PM UTC
I was supposed to for-get you.
You were supposed to be dead to me.
But piece of you remained
And when it rained
Vines crawled out of my soul to yours
Your name, found its way back to my heart.
The spiral, began all over again.
Give me a break you selfish *****
For, the wars that we fought,
Its a shame no one ever really died,
Though most times I got injured.
Each gunshot came from our lips.
Every bomb exploded from my finger tips,
Poetry, fell to pages like grenades,
As I figure skated above landmines for days.
Tip toeing over these trip wires,
Loving you is a dangerous thing.
But I don't think I can survive without the affliction
It is, kind of becoming our little tradition
Where I,
Love you,
You love me
Then build me
And break me
And leave me
But I still Love you.
As if my soul,
Beckons at the mercy of your beauty.
You once stood,
With an arm full of lightening rods,
Dared me to stand still, and I did.
I trusted you.
You fired every last one at me.
I never healed.
I will never heal,
Because I will always feel.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
I had always thought that Love
Would open the floodgates,
Would make of me
A giant vial,
Tipping me over and causing me
To spill out the sweetest poison.
Love came, in his crafty, shy way,
And as he announced himself,
I prepared, filing through my thoughts,
My bank of literary currency,
Searching for the most succulent of metaphors,
The most shining of similes,
And twenty-six alliterations for
Twenty-six letters.
I sat at my island,
Pen in hand,
Pensive smile on my lips.
My heart was full of music,
And I said, like Orsino,
"If music be the food of love,
Well,
Give me more!"
I sat,
And waited.
I waited,
And nothing came.
No sounds to move my heart to dance,
No symbols to make my eyes twinkle,
No product, no design,
Nothing at all to say.
It is not that Love has made my head blank.
Rather, it is that Love has made
Me mute.
Love waltzed in,
More elegant than I ever will be,
And, approaching from behind,
Placed his solid and ice cold hand
Over my poor, unmoving mouth,
Paralyzed with a smile.
Love spun me around to face him,
Taking my arms forcefully, and said,
"Dance with me."
My mouth remained paralyzed, but
Oh, how my feet flew!
How they skated across the floor
So recently turned to ice
At the courteous request of Love.
How he spun me like a spindle,
How he pricked my finger upon its
Needle. How he smiled and smiled,
And how I took in nothing but his eyes.
They were not an icy blue as one might imagine.
Instead, they contained a shallow blackness,
Darkness divine.
Where mortals have mere specks of color
In their eyes, flecks like those on marbles,
Love has the stars.
Love has the universe in his eyes,
And the universe has mirrors,
And the mirrors have eyes
That grasp yours,
And soon you know not
What you are witnessing.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC
As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again
By Phil Roberts
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
We only had a few hours that day
But it was sunny and beautiful and full of light,
I never wanted to leave your side.
The taste of your soft lips on mine,
Was sweeter than the brightest sunshine.
Near the river on a fence we lay
The softest skin I've ever felt,
And the bluest eyes that can make me melt.
The way you held me close and tight
Every moment seemed so right.
You wrapped your arms around my waist
I leaned in a little closer just to hear your heartbeat,
That day we skated and walked with bare-feet.
Watching you drive away wasn't too bad I swear,
Though it would have been easier if I didn't care.
Our first hug was the sweetest embrace
But just being in the same room was breathtaking,
My heart, immeasurable joy when you said 'intoxicating.'
Someday we'll be together again,
Thank you for being my very bestest friend.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Heee Mark I just checked back and saw him while you'll standing in my room still. . . Because the fact of the matter is I dont know where you'll were before to feel you dont have the obligation to get the **** out of this mother ****** but where I was. I was just checking back like I had to look like it was bugging me that bad as i WAS i CHECKED MY MARKY. Came back went black and came back before I knew I was tainted black and coming back like an apistoval of eary quiver was fornicating on my *** like I was going to die again I saw that **** skirt and I dont know why dickly never got involved so backbefor I knew apistavol is *** fornication and for me to grab it I knew I had to be more down still riding peace so I jank whats up fo you eat baby ***** and they got no he doesnt he listens to brother lynch as I pucked up no up chuck just heave so I come back turn my head into my own little up on two feet hanging out with my ya and if he was here by all means he would be hooking me up right now you wouldnt be here and my next man well I am going to be up still riding peace on all these down riding peace I still have but keep reflecting to that bible I just hooked up and I'll do this again too. andnow I feel like a mother ****** is watching me so if for instance homie your homies get hooked up over there by my MARKY being really smart on my hes BIG red have a little fun watching me down this pick astreet picked it as everyone isnt even as far as I have been cause I am hooking up some ***** with my michelle phipher cause you fuckly stariyer there are going to check my spot after I am gone you will find some animal ******* bringing you a bag of papers with out a word out of him and they will all check you over there fuckly to see if I take my time to pick the most beautiful brightest one I see mother ****** little mexican **** had to **** with my bible **** fool you just missed it I show you what wont happen while you are with me cause I am fine after they left. I went right to my bible never made a large turn with my head remebered devil on the note calender black thing I lost with my memorie attached the change and dresser you never saw but I didnt make it clear to you fuckly I was fucked up cause by all means your here to help me up too I rented a car and jammed never thought again till now Im going to go AND **** UP MY BIBLE PROPERLY BEING THAT i WAS UP AND COULDNT **** IT UP JUST RIGHT LIKE i INTENDED TO DO WHEN i LOOKED BACK TO GET THE DEVIL AFTER HOW ****** i KNOW i AM RIGHT NOW AND i CAME UP BY SAYING i CAME UP STILL RIDING PEACE i HOOKED TO THAT PEACEFUL PART OF THAT SONG IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE BUT IT IS OVER NOW i ONLY GOT TO IT MUST H i WAS SO HAPPY i SKATED I was outs.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC