Water Swimming Poems

Under the storm clouds  
the rain starts to  
wash away

Creating streams  
that carve through earth  
and broken stone.

Sometimes everything  
has...

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We are all like fishes
Swimming up and down 
Following each other
Around and around
Turning direction
Once in a while
Following fickle fashion in style
Some of us are piranhas
Others...

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Cara used to be a swimmer, but she had given it up
Her studies were taking every ounce of herself.
on a particularly difficult day she visited...

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a large school of fish
     in unison each fish turns
          synchronized swimming
...

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The sight of the blue water 
Shook me with great fear.
A small pool turned into an ocean
And I cried loudly in tension.?

The sight of the...

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life at times feels so hard
so much going against you
everything around you so dirty
looking for a filter to be true

Everywhere you look is clogged up
like...

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Cool, dark blue waters
Ringed by green, pointed pines
A white-clouded sky above 
And all of it fills my eyes

Free-floating ...
Held in summer's arms 
Held by the...

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Backwards floating
Water angels
Bobbing along
Relaxing
Muffled Noise
Peaceful
Drifting off
No cares...

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“It’s life, just live with it!”
I said out loud on the beach 
That cold morning as we took the plunge. 
My friend and I on...

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Deep breath 
And push
Face, stretch out, glide,
Noise diminished, 
smooth as silk taking in the first.
Meditation moving forward.
Ever forward. 
Pushing downhill.
Survival in the chill. 
Survival in...

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We are all true wild swimmers 
You swim everyday and dive through the waves,
Look great in a swimsuit and your hairdo behaves. 
You have all...

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Swimming is freedom.
You lose yourself in the moment, 
It’s like a dream you can’t remember;
To understand, you had to have done it. 

You don’t have...

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You have been accused, no more do we need
Point the finger at mother and daughter
Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed
An impossible test,...

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the knife
slicing through
leaving 
no wound
paddling
pushing
pulling
in rhythm
and tune
unrelenting
smooth 
steady
strokes 
pounding
kicks
hard 
fast
roiling
boiling
churning
yearning
shooting high
floating 
flailing 
freely
back
into itself
again
and
again
and...
...
... ......

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I like to walk beside the sea
I find that it relaxes me
That is, until I decide
To take a plunge into the tide

This comes after careful...

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