Swam Poems - Poems about Swam

Born wearing ballet shoes without knowing, far in the deep nature, in the Sakhalin Islands, a ballet star opened his eyes for the first time. Warmed by the love of his family, he grew up happy until his life changed. He travelled without ballet shoes to Riga, where he saw a new beginning, still warmed by his mum. A beautiful blond seven year old...

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It was thought the young whale was pregnant confused as she was and out of her depth. They waded into the river to help, floated rubber rafts to buoy her up. Marine experts posited ways to keep her breathing in shallow waters. In dockyard pubs hard men openly spoke of her plight, voices low and humorless as they test-drove new technical jargon. When she died; rolling...

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It was thought she was pregnant confused as she was and out of her depth. They waded into the river to help. They floated rubber rafts to buoy her up. Marine experts posited ways to keep her breathing in shallow waters. In dockyard pubs hard men openly spoke of her plight, voices low and humorless as they test-drove new technical jargon. When she died; rolling in...

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There was a daredevil boy from Spain Who wanted to go to the USA by train, The train fell into the Ocean, Causing a global commotion, So he swam across rather board a plane....

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i will stop the tears this time won’t be a river i have swam enough Heidi Sands 12/28/18...

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“When Silence Swam on the Menu” There is no past There is no future All there is, is the Silence of Now We move through the hours day by day soft-skinned vessels, souls gliding flowing like water In the swim side by side All as one but One unknown The menu changes daily The unified constant is the Silence of Now (Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018) "Alan Watts When youre silent it speaks" https://youtu.be/7hnDWsPS2nI ...

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I feel I’ve reached the age when I start to see others fading away The old get ill The young get old It’s as if I’m trying to Grip water with my bare hands No matter how hard I try, It pours out and leaves A transparent stain on my skin My grandmother’s voice is frail and distant My grandfather’s eyes have sagged His pride seems...

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We swam that day morning light invite to that shore Jumping, crashing, waves were smashing engulfing us as we played Shore line furthered Suddenly further, undertow carried carried me away The waves, the current I their victim took me deeper still Overhead crashing, smashing waves they crushed my chest Defiantly fighting, swam strokes fighting Fighting til my last breath These limbs nine years young So young I was to...

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