Best Swims Poems

The Swan 

Feathers floating in the wind
Perform in slow motion,
Each drift into the shadows of yesterday
She is not me -- She is not you!

A theme,...

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She lovingly smiles at him each evening
dressed in palest silk, a gossamer gown,
brushed with hints of silverdust shadows.
Her shapely fullness casts a womanly glow
across his...

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Mystical Moon, languidly adrift in pallid glory,
is holding night court, clad in gold silk sarong.
Ruling her astral kingdom, amusing with a story
about a cow and...

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"Home is Where the Heart Is"



Savages 
behind closed doors
Civilised 
but wild animals
sharpening claws
Humanity 
tries to escape itself
can’t run away 
from finding
"TRUE HOME"
behind closed doors
Now opening...

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What Holds More Resplendent Gifts Of The Great And Vast Beyond

Seas of poetry orations, I once took my swims
being strong in spirit, stouter in heart...

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I am bipolar,
That’s what they say,
Maybe the mood swings.
Gave me away,
Maybe it was the battle going on;
Much deeper inside,
That caused me to run,
That caused me...

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saffron sun flames sky
melted gold joins blue riffles -
sunset swims to shore


Susan Ashley
August 20, 2017


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He 
has certainly 
perfected the art 
of being a smart a** -
a trait that swims like a tadpole 
in his father’s gene pool
and nurtured by...

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(Verse One)

My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her

My...

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Tiny boardwalk along the Halifax River
Waiting to see what “catch” nature will deliver

Royal Palms’ fronds rustle in fall’s gentle breeze
No noisy distractions from teens on...

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Scents of love hover and linger 

entwined with the autumn wind

long past the morning chill

wrapping me in your comfort and warmth

a taste of honey remains

...

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In the know
With Van Gogh
You all think you know him
But who channels him?
Who swims in color?
Who has paint on their hands in a perpetual way?
You...

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Here is a flowered field laid before me.
So vast and green,
it shimmers
like the
sea.
This
sea of
pretty green
swims in my eyes.
I’m drowning in sunset’s last yellow rays.

Sept. 28,...

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There’s a story here,

embedded within 

a righteous reef

of broken silence,

where scars remain

engraved on sea stars,

entangled between sand 

in empty oyster shells, 

reminding me

to breathe until...

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Every year from spring through fall, if you peered between the cattails you could see the swans in the center of the pond, head to...

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