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larni May 2019
they say that drowning
is bad for you
but will it be
if i want to drown
in your love
?

if i want to swim
in the
deepest parts
of your soul
and be pulled in
?

if i want
the currents
to take me places
elsewhere
away from the
real world
?

so it can be just
you
and
me
?
one day
Makayla Wofford May 2019
We wait for that sweet summer day
To go swim and camp
To hang out with friends
Then it comes
You get bored of that summer day
And you start wishing
Wishing that it would go away
Then winter rolls around
And you miss that sweet summer day
You only want what you can't have them when you get it you want something new
japheth May 2019
i was able to rise up
from the same waters
that i drowned in.

have i gotten out of the water?
i guess not.

but i did learn to swim in it.
it’s been awhile. hello writing.
J Rodriguez May 2019
Sometimes its not worth swimming far for someone.
Mehek May 2019
Wet chlorine splashing
Veins slowly numbing
I feel the coldness seeping deep inside me
Filling up the empty spaces
I wish I could be like this
Drown to null out the faces
But I'm not
I'm a coward tied back by your traces.
.
.
.
Mehek
Swimming is an emotion to me
False Poets Oct 2017
The Talmud Teaches...
With respect to his son, a father is obligated to circumcise him, to redeem him [if he is a firstborn], to teach him Torah, to marry him off, and to teach him a craft...he is also

obligated to teach him to swim...(Kiddushin 29a)


lay awake when the house is silent,
doing maths furiously in the head,
sleeping can be keeping while doing my calculus,
knowing in advance a conclusion comes coined
in only two colors, black or red

the question simple, did I meet my obligations?

and your read the passage for the umpteenth time,
and the same thought interferes as always,
should the order not be reversed,
the first thing to be fulfilled,


teach them to swim

based on experience life arrives in sequential, repeating waves,
purposed to drown the weak with no pretending that waters,
salt or sweet matters, so first order is business ought be survival preparation and


teach them to swim

if they can swim, stay afloat, then they can then comprehend
the glory of distinguishing right over wrong,
get their priorities straight, that saving others,
especially those you placed on the starting line of life,
is the first principle and overplants anything else when you


teach them to swim

my eyes see the tally, why, they are red! could it be lack of sleep?

I am smiling when I am lying,
teach them to swim always first,
but not enough, one must do it well, well,
and even then, better, 
as all else will, from the well, follow, when you


teach them to swim

3:10am

~~~
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talmud
Perdue Poems Apr 2019
Oh! The seas of negativity
Snickers, stares, and sneers
Lost and drowned, no opportunity
Trapped within our jeers

And (Look!) we swim and find our way
Confused when they get left behind
Worked twice as hard for no delay
Dismissed outright with (Never mind!)

Oh! Our eyes of pity stare
There with care, but not their friend
They not seen, only the chair
Proud to show the hand we lend

Yet they ignore those smirking eyes and brush those pity eyes
And proud they stand, work times ten: Knowing themselves the wise
Andy Apr 2019
And I keep swimming towards you.
Even if the current pushes me away.
My stubborn self swallows its love for you, drowning, struggling to keep its head over water.
And they tell me you’re the lighthouse.
Even if you’re far away. Just keep swimming.
And I know you’re there. Waiting for me. But not just yet.

And my heart believes it all. What a fool.
A story about a girl.
Colm Apr 2019
When the water boils
The pasta spine breaks
And the sizzling bake refuses to stop
I lose myself in the aroma around
Cooking like this
I am
Soundly simmering within the not
And at the same time
Lost
In the time which stops
Cooking a sensory swim
Caitlin Ellis Apr 2019
The tides are fleeting
half an hour of pristine high waters
then stripped away
leaving debris of the oceans secrets ashore

Unlike home, where the tides go in and out
yet the notion of swimming stays intact

Perhaps the moon wants us to appreciate more here
If the ocean was this inviting all day long
we wouldn't revel in its beauty

Swimming in the high tide here
is like being on the moon
this calm state of being is so foreign to me
and I dance like a child in the soft of the Earth
like a dolphin after its feed
like a falling feather from a high flying bird

I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
drifting, floating and fading away to this music
I've never been to the moon, but I imagine it like this
and I never want to be anywhere else
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