Swings Poems - Poems about Swings

Spring home runs are for show ~ October’s are for all the dough ...

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Moments moving fast Onward pushing past Seconds building minutes Minutes turning hours Today becomes tomorrow Gaining losing power Atop the mighty tower A time has arrived again.... ...

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A walk to the park  The crisp morning air There’s frost on the ground  A chill everywhere  Squirrels scurry about From here to there They notice me not I’m needn’t a care Sitting alone  …those four wooden chairs  Waiting for me  And calling me there  Eight chains frozen …hanging straight and so tight Awaiting all burdens  From one winter’s night  Wooden and cold …but just right for thee She squeaked and groaned  Then waited...

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Clouds and trees Animals and the bees High up in the air Swinging so freely I see it all The landscapes The moon and stars Are all surrounding me Legs dangling mid air Breeze blowing Hair flowing My hearts a singing with flair All while I’m swinging mid air I’m swinging high in the sky Close to the stars But not quite there The smile on my face I...

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An empty swing sways, lilting loneliness in the breeze, With no children in play, no laughter's squeal to please, Its rusty chain creaks a forlorn squeak for days gone by. Like lonesome clouds that linger longingly in the sky. The ropes are worn, the seat is torn, thread-bare. The swing swings a lonely dance, with no one there. It swings from...

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Roller coaster mood swings associated with boyfriends, fiance's or husbands on a regular basis...

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Nights that smell of dew, days that smell of fresh grass, flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time, leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant. Slippery days missed somewhere in the past. Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories. Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish) Noches que huelen a rocío, días que...

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Tragically, I am happy, not much to moan about. Contentment can get old real quick. Mind suggests turning on the TV to Fox News or even CNN. Tragedy! Doom everywhere! Now I am back, now I am cussing under my breath, but softly so my wife don't hear....

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There is no escape from strange morning whims, when irritation causes numbness in my limbs. Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis, rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis, disturbing the peace of my silent reverie, tormenting all that is felt as sensory. I despise the chirping of hungry birds, so intrusive as they sing in their herds. Echoing like...

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Today I’m thankful for swings for those feelings of freedom and flying that it brings… I think Duke Ellington understood the wonders that they bring… when he sang… Life don’t mean a thing… if it ain’t got that swing ...

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You hold in your hands the sun and the moon But appear to me so clouded in gloom Always poised to shed another tear There must be something up there to fear Sometimes you dazzle me with ametrine hues Or brighten my day with benevolent blues but winter brings a blanket of snow Your moods cry out a confused tableau In...

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A pulsating sea prancing with it's shore wallowed waters hollering new thoughts buoyant memoirs seething and submerged torrents in vortex, of haves and have nots. wave after wave, rolling and receding in restless rhythm, crashing on the cliffs, passions of turbulence in serene harmony churned by winds, a wilderness of riffs. seismic aqua rumpus in perpetual roar a wild wave behind, suddenly...

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The palace door swings wide open with delight In the yearly cyclic calendar, behold the sight, A new move of the Spirit, awakening this hour, Where whispers of hope blossom with every prayer. From depths unseen, a springing well begins, The waters are being stirred by angelic hosts, Heaven dances in the streets, the story unfold, Healing pouring forth, as a pipeline...

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Swing's Ooh Mighty Swing's ..... The Golfing Season Brings! Watch Our Hopes Arise, ...

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noticing mood oscillation diminishes not elation being but rise and fall of waves with pain and joy, heart’s flirtation in staid stillness, ego behaves no longer of dark desires raves we are the witness, in bliss mode love the sole cure, that always saves oh hermit, carry not fear’s load in cave of heart is God’s abode there’s no door; we’re always welcome His love and...

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