Swimming Poems - Poems about Swimming

Time's gone, religion's in decline, Why don't we care about this line? Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate, Do they care about the poor's state? The night of darkness started soon, But still shining the brightest moon. Tyrants swimming in a pool, Poor watching, feeling cool Different religions, different rules. Poor confused, but they are fools. Horror dreams, horror thoughts, They are holding charity...

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A Pond's Melody ...

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Longer days vacation stays packed beaches eating peaches sudden showers picking flowers water slides carnival rides wearing shorts playing sports snow cones skipping stones riding bikes long hikes swimming pool staying cool. ...

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dolphins have a sense of play that resonates with me A spirit of joy and excitement A childlike innocence They take care of each other Appear to share private jokes I picture myself swimming with them But then I remember I would be terrified I am scared to death of the ocean I have seen the movie Jaws, haven’t I?...

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Her koi fish appear as cowhide red and white instead of black and white They swim around lily pads that have shaken off their frogs I marvel at their swimming prowess And the pink blossom of the lily pad...

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She's two fish swimming in opposite directions and physically incapable of answering my questions always on the stick's wrong end yet not to harp or carp but I'm forever on the opposite that which is pointed sharp would I enquire of the right one it's the left natator who replies with something unrelated from out of yonder wild blue skies and not knowing which will respond altho' I...

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2025.3.27 For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach. I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour. Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart. It was not long ago, Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe. I maximised them and used them weekly. Now, chances to swim in the sea, Will be very...

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I swim in the weight of what once was, where your laughter rippled like sunlight on waves. Now the tide pulls heavy, a silent hush, as grief drags deep into shadowed caves. Your touch—once the shore I reached with ease— is now a ghost in the ebb and flow. The water whispers in mournful pleas, carrying echoes, I dare not let go. Each...

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The grief I carry is so heavy None can sense the weight I feel in my chest. It is crushing me, I feel it in every breath I take, And in each step, I totteringly make. From my heart, all sweet songs are stolen In my ears, fall a dull, hollow resonance Where ever I look, I see only an...

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I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes fluid movements our soft inferno in sorbet shades m ~e ~l ~t ~i ~n ~g blushed in hush of dawn like fevered lovers my soul a bleeding rose rocked...

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Like swimming upstream is swimming with grief. You try so hard to keep from going under. You feel yourself drowning, and while you flounder, you wonder if ever you might find any relief - relief for the pain that won’t go away. You feel a great weight is pulling you down - down to the depths of your greatest woe - deeper and deeper and deeper. How can...

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When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea, I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie beyond the edge of the marooned mind until it’s dry. The mangled mind swirls in the whirlpool of sorrow, like the curling cloud clump the...

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So many people I’ve known have died so I ask the good lord why You take them young you take them old and then up to heaven they would go But can my tears ever go dry as I swim in grief and forever cry I wonder if I will be remember when for my time shall come just like some of...

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I've been sitting on the sand for hours with the moon and stars as my only friends. But when dawn raises her sleepy head, they will all abandon me on the shore and with morose thoughts, I will be alone once more. I hear echoes of crashing of waves seeming to call my name saying, 'Come on in.' Tonight, the sky is...

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It is as if cloudy eyes forecast rain And the darkest heartache Bleeds grief like varicose veins All blue and distorted with pain Hope is aborted and sadness Is a black freight train of thoughts Drowning my wake my sleep my faith I try to smile through it but fail A grimace of green slides in a wail Finding no comfort in...

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