Swimming Poems - Poems about Swimming

... People sometimes ask me how I do it…how do I find a way… how is it even possible…to write a new poem every day? There really is no one answer to my daily poetry. There is a myriad of ways word......Read the rest...

...Was a swimming hole down south where the bullheads chewed your feet, Though there's no need to worry if you didn't go too deep. There were no steps to exit, just a mud wall you mu......Read the rest...

...'Here-comes-The-She--riff'/'And-his-second-trusted-Deputy' 'They-chea-ted-and-were-shot-de--ead'/'By-the-new-Ma-yo--or'/ 'Bob-Mar-ley' 'If-their-left-foot-takes-an-in--nch'/'And-their-right-foot-......Read the rest...

...The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of u......Read the rest...

... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......Read the rest...

...Love unveils us from borrowed faces, It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests. I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses, B......Read the rest...

...I knew when I grew up I would be famous Will you dance? I laughed Will you sing? Absolutely not! What is your talent? I frankly did not know But I knew the outcome of my talent. Everyone w......Read the rest...

... Besides my writing poetry, my hobbies now are few though in the past were many things that I liked to do - like bicycling, swimming, and playing ping pong too. But with most things physical, my ......Read the rest...

...Under the storm clouds the rain starts to wash away Creating streams that carve through earth and broken stone. Sometimes everything has to be eroded and worn away so yo......Read the rest...

...Water silences everyone is still swimming while I am drowning......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......Read the rest...

...I enjoy the sparkle of rainbow colors and pretty sheen's As my mind travels to worlds collected in many screens It’s an escape from my anxiety and daily troubles As I work and relax inside my crea......Read the rest...

...Oh, to which image should I cling? To an image that won me some bling! I had a dream in mind, And I would not be left behind. It all started on a rainy January day, And I knew I had to stay, ......Read the rest...

...Like a little fur in my Mexican cocoa said my old grandma She is not kidding yelled out my ornery Grandpa Pa. Saw a furry creature sitting in her cocoa cup. He did not care at all, did not even tr......Read the rest...