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Best Poems About / On SWIMMING
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Electro Swim
There is no quiet nighttime street.
No placid asphalt stream.
Drenched in vivid neon bright
Bathed in colors of the night
Robot fish
Swim in school
Hungry for a drink of fuel
Eyes shoot beams off in the distance
Directed with their guts assistance
In the belly of the monster
Food becomes the beasts igniter
Electric current surging through its veins
Pulsating funk rattles brains
Zipping slipping dancing lanes
All while swimming in the light
Drenched in vivid neon bright
Bathed in colors of the night
Jonathan Randles
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Ovaries
Ovaries in the river of semen,
And of the eggs that swim with joy;
But the cynosure of the act is in the eating,
And like the sweet words from my lover.
Arise and swim with the joy of your muse,
For out of the river of semen comes the fusion;
All in the name of fertilization to create a child,
For the river of semen is always needed by the ovaries.
Edward Kofi Louis
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Wacky, Wild, Water Sonnet #40
Dive down deep in the wacky, wild water
Grasp swim goggles, which sank to the bottom
Somersault easy time does not alter
Acrobatic finesse adept, random
Floating, soaking relaxing and drifting
Tasting summer in a gulp of chlorine
Thick atmosphere is summers song fleeting
Towels, buoys, paperbacks, litter the scene
Gather at the indoor pool for a swim
Liquid adventure for both young and old
Voices are an enthusiastic hymn
Sea monsters lurk in the depths I am told
Composed of water, near eighty percent
Splashing a lovely way time is spent
Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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I'm Running Down A Sunshine River
Im running down a sunshine river
Im swimming down a sunshine street
As ears reinvent rhythm
A foot tapping to the ongoing beat.
Music and mayhem hand in hand
Frolicking fields of human history
A grin a pure grip of the pouring sand
Sorting levels of mystery.
Son, life is crooked!
Life is messy!
I can assure you its not neat!
Still, Im running down a sunshine river
Im swimming down a sunshine street.
Cody Allan Turner
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