Ski Poems - Poems about Ski

It took me years of training to move my legs like this, gliding over the granular on long feet with curved width, to make my legs flail left and right, my upper half stock-still, balancing and countering so I won’t take a...Read the rest...

as a fly flew onto a ski his weight was just right you see so off down the mountain went he could his eyes be any larger? probably good job as before crashing into a tree he took flight did...Read the rest...

I had never seen snow skis before 1976 Did not know about the rich man’s sport Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover Spider Sabich is...Read the rest...

It comes from the sky, white, powdery gifts, upsets may, but gets us vibrating, we call in from work, get cover for shifts, no way we are not participating. The lots are plowed roughly, but well enough, we see the...Read the rest...

Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside, by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees, they have water, and compressed air inside, pumped up the mountain to hydrants steely. Hoses conduct it to tall silver tubes, snow guns that...Read the rest...

Sitting astride a frozen mountainside, eighty others waiting their turn to go, on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe, a man says, “racer ready;” so they know. An hour passed, now it’s my turn to ski, explode...Read the rest...

Snowy week ahead and I shall ski, Kissing clouds, where lifts deposit me to vaulted heights. Ice-capped peaks, snow drifts, and speckled trees, I consume nature's eye candy, in heart-stopping bites. Now zooming downward, my edges carve along, Giddy that...Read the rest...

Slippery hills in this snowy week Knees bent; more speed needs a tweak. I’ll snowplow, turn skis stop in stance In and out like an ice-ballet dance, No turning back on a bunny slope! Gripping tightly up-hill to...Read the rest...

Slipping, sliding, Kicking, gliding - Iffy my technique. It's a snowy week. Never skied before - Got to do this more...! written 21st January for Julia's Skiing contest...Read the rest...

Silent flakes, falling soft, hence lightly Kindling dreams, stirring up a soul’s belief Inspirations – graceful, glistening politely Inviting hope, beginning the heart’s relief Never forget winter’s laughter is slightly Glad for snowy week’s wonder, thus brief Skiing Poetry Contest Julia Ward January...Read the rest...

Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus Found us abed thee twelfth day of December, cuz yours truly still felt dehydration, physical fatigue and soreness, which possibly linkedin to using stationary bicycle. Our bed (mine and...Read the rest...

How many terrified cats can a ski lift hold? The cats were mewing so big and bold. The lift was shaking, swaying to and fro “Meow Meow!”, the cats cried, “don’t let go!”...Read the rest...

Some ladies enjoy riding on their brooms All over the house, into all the rooms Gran rode the ironing board Only skis she could afford Off she'd ride, before ironing resumes Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Lisa YY July 17, 2022 ...Read the rest...

skis on our shoulders slopes covered with fresh powder smiles on our faces...Read the rest...

Way back in the 1960s in the Green Mountain state, nearby the Mount Snow resort, perched beside small Snow Lake, was a peculiar formation that you don’t see today, locals called in Fountain Mountain, it came about this way: The founder of Mount...Read the rest...