Swimming poems bring the best collection of short and long swimming poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great swimming rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these swimming poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on swimming are here for you.
Our ancient timeless land is in the Southern Hemisphere, so it is now our summer time. Childhood memories of golden days, long beach walks and calm balmy nights are alive and very well. They are shining days full of happiness
Leave your worries by the shoreline, And run your bare-feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand. Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up-to your palm, Before you
Robots on the line, With their tedious whine. Options galore, Just hit buttons one to four. What happened to the good old days, When real people used to say, Hello and how can I help you, And what was that
Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing
Today I am so small I ride the corner of your hip, clinging on (with both my tiny hands) to the edge of your pocket. Your denim thighs crest the alternate air like the humping backs of sister whales side
Years gone by and we are all still fools For the silly things we laughed at school Farting and burping and breaking the rules Making large bubble gum circles whilst swimming in the local pool Playing tennis in the summer
On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was
Beyond the early morning mist, caressing the mountainous eastern skyline, an exquisite sunrise is being created. Pastel pink fluffy clouds streaked with gray in the formation of a massive herring. A true display of wilderness serenity. Clouds shifting in the
Searing in sunlight and dense in humid breath that uncomfortable nether-ground we ancesterally dashed across to escape the swift and sharp toothed now is a show of umbrellas and baking skin joy of wading into the delicious cool feeling sand
I like to behold the budding of bushes and branches as they prepare to bring to us their beautiful roses, shady limbs, and leaves. I like to hear the sounds of creeks, dams, ditches, lakes, ponds, and watersheds shouting in
Not necessarily a palatial edifice- it may not be a fifty or a hundred room structure, it may not come in a multiple layers of concrete steel columns or colonnades. It may not be architecturally beautiful like those in sub-urban
It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for
The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also
That is how I injured myself desiring the right thing, extracting the reason from charity. I will now pluck off the rage, the silence, the exotica from the frozen valley. Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes. I
More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town. Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound. There was no sliding boards or public play grounds. There was no
Simmering on a distant shore, my minds eye floats upon. Swirling thought upon swirling thought do my reflections grow. Infinite realms offer fertile grounds to burrow through. Mountains of realities the minds eye sees one as real as them all.
I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. You enter a slot
From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and
My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.
salted with landmines a cordite whiff scents the dry breeze clumps of bushes and rich brown soil dotted with dull white glints of fractured bone a place where animals used to browse this is the place to pray furthest away
One ring from “My Friend”, Nice to hear can join a team outing, But “Am Not” part of that team, Curious to know which place- It’s “HONNEMARUDU”, “One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!! With the blessings of
Unpredictable winds swimming all around Relentless in their dance, boisterous and proud Clashing flashes of lights and booming invisible drums Gray painted skies draped in deep purple plums Ballooning over head, swelling ready to burst Parched fields of green awaiting
Joy Slim, beautiful and humble Daughter of Felix & Angela, Sister to Tony She loves to sing, dance and play chess She feels Joyous, full of life & enthusiastic about life She is happy when helping the needy, in their
The years in front are Now shorter than the Ones behind. I lay awake At night, wondering how It will end. It will be sudden, Or not sudden, obviously. A long decline into madness? That’ll do me. Loss of hair,
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his
The Muse Who is the Muse that stalks my Mind? Who is the Muse this poem, propels? Or does the poem, Muse impel? Who is the Muse in Meditation For attention protests? Answers I seek from my gentle sage. “Your
The sunlight wakes me in the morning The atmosphere around us paints it blue The birds are singing in the morning The nature made them fly for you The mind is gentle without warning The days and nights that I’ve
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to
Helloooooo Spring! The time clock has sprung forward, and there is a sense of new life and resurrection everywhere Welcome back Spring! I see your beautiful new flower blossoms waving at me I feel your kind and warm days convincing
He faded away into the crowds like a stranger you only feel Never know. She sat scarred Perhaps for life. What he took with him was irreplaceable. What she was left with was Mere wrinkles, Weak knees And no soul.
Are we ready for what’s to come? Will we know how to behave? Never before in human history has there been such disruption. It was once a much simpler place. No more. The future is arriving faster than ever before.
That tribal instinct sits in the denial. Words fly in fog carrying absurd meanings. I was ready for the impeachment. Like a pinned butterfly you lived several times, repeating a dialogue on a mindless thought. From nothing to nothingness, you