Best Poems About / On SWIMMING
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She wants to swim
She wants to swim
I feel her pulling at my surface
In her cage, stirring
The waters lap to torment her chagrin
Shall I swim with her?
Beside her?
I possess the key, but freely would put you in charge
My offer of freedom to swim
Is to slip my sympathetic fingers
Into the moist
And coax her out
I know her every move,
when to be slow,
when to wait
When to quicken
She responds, yields and spills out into her release
She is the most divine creature to see set free
She would swim as well with you with some training.
Stevie Taite
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Fish
I'm a fish beneath the sea
Swimming in these troubled waters
And I just can't seem to breathe
Swimming fast as I can go
But it feels I'm getting nowhere
I can't reach the top for air
I keep drowning
Don't know where I'm going
I can't reach the top for air
Where is up and where is down
It's getting harder just to swim straight
And I still can't seem to breathe
Some fish around me swim
Acting like they want to eat me
Why can't they just leave me be
I'm a small fish
Not a big fish
I need wings to fly away
M.L. Bennett
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Three Friends
Is this a day like any other
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Friends forever who swim together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Today is not just another day
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
But the last day they will play forever
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Roxanne leaves by train tomorrow
To marry a wealthy man
friends forever who swam together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Soon Monique and her family
will set sail for Japan
Friends forever who swam together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
So who will swim in the sea tomorrow
as the sun comes over the sand
Simone will go down to the sea
forever
Farewell, Monique, Roxanne.
Sean Joyce
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Tide
I dreamed the strangest,
twas you and I,
inside a rubber jail,
filled with hot water
to the rim,
designed to warm one's limbs
during the cold of night
or early morn,
the logic of this did escape,
and puzzle me,
we swam and we swam
until a million
little fishies
arrived,
and swam and they swam
right over your dam.
It was true that we had
all the rubber outside
not a barrier at all
but the ocean's own tide.
Herbert Nehrlich 2
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