Swimming Poems - Poems about Swimming

2025.3.27 For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach. I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour. Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart. It was not long ago, Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe. I maximised them and used them weekly. Now, chances to swim in the sea, Will be very...

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I swim in the weight of what once was, where your laughter rippled like sunlight on waves. Now the tide pulls heavy, a silent hush, as grief drags deep into shadowed caves. Your touch—once the shore I reached with ease— is now a ghost in the ebb and flow. The water whispers in mournful pleas, carrying echoes, I dare not let go. Each...

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The grief I carry is so heavy None can sense the weight I feel in my chest. It is crushing me, I feel it in every breath I take, And in each step, I totteringly make. From my heart, all sweet songs are stolen In my ears, fall a dull, hollow resonance Where ever I look, I see only an...

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I long to lie like a sunrise sky upon the sea my flame a tender torch for your gasoline tide freedom fire to burn the brine from my eyes fluid movements our soft inferno in sorbet shades ~m ~e ~l ~t ~i ~n ~g ~ blushed in hush of dawn like fevered lovers my soul a bleeding rose...

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Like swimming upstream is swimming with grief. You try so hard to keep from going under. You feel yourself drowning, and while you flounder, you wonder if ever you might find any relief - relief for the pain that won’t go away. You feel a great weight is pulling you down - down to the depths of your greatest woe - deeper and deeper and deeper. How can...

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When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea, I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie beyond the edge of the marooned mind until it’s dry. The mangled mind swirls in the whirlpool of sorrow, like the curling cloud clump the...

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So many people I’ve known have died so I ask the good lord why You take them young you take them old and then up to heaven they would go But can my tears ever go dry as I swim in grief and forever cry I wonder if I will be remember when for my time shall come just like some of...

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I've been sitting on the sand for hours with the moon and stars as my only friends. But when dawn raises her sleepy head, they will all abandon me on the shore and with morose thoughts, I will be alone once more. I hear echoes of crashing of waves seeming to call my name saying, 'Come on in.' Tonight, the sky is...

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It is as if cloudy eyes forecast rain And the darkest heartache Bleeds grief like varicose veins All blue and distorted with pain Hope is aborted and sadness Is a black freight train of thoughts Drowning my wake my sleep my faith I try to smile through it but fail A grimace of green slides in a wail Finding no comfort in...

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Feet up where fat toes recline defying gravity, it's not 'happy hour' nor sad time, it's just time. The world has been over-thinking again, forgetting its fictional place in the self-replicating mind-maze. There is no escape, I'm just relaxing between the tracks. This laced numbness will quickly pass, yet ice cubes do break through all the dream chasing for a while. I'm not checked out, not checked in, just drinking. ...

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I've had a sore throat And no energy lately But I've been out swimming And feel so much better Swimming isn't just about exercise It's a form of good recreation You know it's super good stress relief It's like a moment when all The deliberate worries I've ever had Vanished like water....

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Swimming in circles it’s the only direction I know Swimming in circles as there is no other way direction to go Swimming in circles is driving me out of my mind Swimming in circles looking for an exit I can’t seem to find. Swimming in circles seeing the same old thing Swimming in circles what will the...

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an ostrich learning to swim in the sea his neck like a stick floating vertically swirling and rounding and bobbing a wave an invisible hand stirs a big cup of tea ...

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The brain works hard enough keeping the body alive the will to not give up plays havoc on the mind conscious thought and effort helps make the water break total concentration propels limbs till they ache succumb to second nature to keep the head afloat levels of inhalation increase with every stroke the pull to make you blunder when bubbles made you cough a wave to take you...

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Poetry contests offer an inspiration frame, where the competing poems get fairly judged, get a place in the shared showcase. It’s not to earn any literary accolade or fame, for nobody is running a poetic race. The contest entry is the choice of free will, as there’s limitless options for the muse to follow the sponsors’ edicts in plenty. The bowl of...

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