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Beau Grey Apr 2
Hit after hit
head under water (inebriated)
unable to swim,
I choked,
unsure if by God's hands or my own.
But by God I swallowed it all
then begged for more.

I sank until my feet hit the bottom
stirring the sand around my legs
then upwards.
The ocean floor obscured,
my vision obstructed.
Desperately I swiped
in vain,
and swiped again,
but still the obstruction remained.
And God laughed
and I choked
either by God's hands or mine,
by miracle or design.
Am I Him
or Him me?

Seething with questions
sung and unheard,
then yelled and ignored,
I finally lay myself to rest.
A deep sigh escaping my breast,
I surrendered to rest.

Sleep overcame me
and I dreamt of pearls,
that one day this heaviness
would give birth to pearls.
But alas I awaken
and in my night terror
I had stirred the sand again.
I do not remember.
God let me remember.

I dream of pearls
and of pearls I dream.
Yet still am I to awaken
to this dream.
The sand begins to settle
but the hand stirs again,
never lain to rest,
the obstruction remains.

Sometimes I see glimmers,
gleams and glistens
of the pearls I've only
seen in my dreams.
And by God's hands they gleam
as they always did.
But my hands became rough
from the sand that stirs
and I fear to ever touch,
a pearl,
to ensure that I never
grind her back to sand.
For God shall laugh
and I shall choke.

"Stay sleeping, little one.
Dream of pearl,"
He said.
And deliver He did
oblivion and pearls.
We were woollen
as the coach pulled up
alongside the C of E school

our swimming provided free
and municipal
so the stung eyes and barked, sodden ideas
were mitigated

at least if we fell
into the rank brown swells nearby
our inevitable drowning
could be offset:

the boy could swim
and was a king at buying the 5p
Highland Toffee from the machine
Mark Wanless Jan 17
do you walk upon
water the exigent wet
do fishes know swim
Katelyn Rew Aug 2021
I visited you today,
felt you crunch against my toes,
smelt you from a mile away,
heard you in your throes.

You covered me in wet kisses,
as I languished in your swell,
you promised me an ocean,
one you knew so well.

I took you in my mouth,
let you spill down my chin,
and as I walked away, I smiled,
knowing I could still taste you on my skin.
Mark Toney Jun 2021
exotic fish swim
aquarium-like setting
~ Roku screensaver






Mark Toney © 2021
6/23/2021 - poetry form: Haiku (for you) - Mark Toney © 2021
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2021
The Babylonian hanging gardens is vanished
                            maybe the fairies tucked it away.
Lo the clouds swim on your dry leaves, rainfalls
                                                        hum on the way!
s y kalindara Jun 2021
I still can't say your name aloud,
I've got my tongue trapped in a cirrus cloud.
I still push on and play pretend,
to the planet's eye, you never happened.
But it's times like this,
where my mind swims,
and the ripples of mementos flow
then come casually crashing at my back door.
And though I keep it sealed,
you seep in,
flooding floors,
and all at once,
I'm sinking.


Copyright © 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
Thinking about the girl who did more than break my heart at 14.
Snipes May 2021
Worry is the puddle
Fear is the ocean

I swam for
The head rest of swans
I wedged them into hell
I’ve watched love burn
I’ve learned to accept
The warmth of freezer burn

Worry is the puddle
Fear is the ocean

I found myself in the ripple
I found comfort in the drowning
Heaven smiles
While the Devil lives in Da Nile
Nik Apr 2021
8 billion people in the world—
and here i am drowning in an infinity pool of self-pity.
i tell myself one day i will stop.
swim back towards the edge, gasping for breath, a new life to transform into.
and here i am drowning in an infinity pool of self pity.
The world is too heavy on my shoulders
Wallflower Mar 2021
Watching,
thinking,
crying,
slowly dying,
trying to scream but she can't.
They did this to her
or did she?
No, how could she,
but what if...?
No.
No, it doesn't matter
It wouldn't change a thing
the way of looking at the world,
looking at herself...
Trying to understand
what is happening
She needed to know,
she needed to find out,
She needed to understand
What made her act like this monster?
What made her hurt...... herself
Again and again
Addiction
Fear
Lust
Sadness
Anger
JUST SCREAM
She couldn't
She looked for herself
lost herself
and found a monster
Monster sitting deep down at the bottom of the ocean
Making every decision for her
wrapping around her ankles,
her thighs,
her waist,
her arms,
her neck,
her mind,
and finally her heart.
She was trapped.
Swimming for her life
screaming would **** her.
Water in her mouth
She would have drowned.
She couldn't shout so she could swim.
And she said this to herself
over and over again
She didn't know she wasn't swimming
She didn't know she can't swim
she didn't know was already drowning
And screaming for help could have been the only thing
that could have saved her.
Only if she knew....
Well, you can see i had some rough time with myself. And this is just a suggestion... but tell someone if you are hurting. And if they don't listen... scream. Eventually they will have to listen, but please don't drown.
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