Floatie poems on Hello Poetry

Paula Swanson Aug 2010

Towards the edge, of the pool
I, was running bare.
Not very brave.
There already, in the pool,
swam the others, as nature made.
All my skin was a showing,
such a scary, sight to see.
But the others, kept on cheering,
so that they, could get a peek.

Running bare, into the water,
never again, not on your life.
Running bare, into the water,
embarrassment, I won't survive.

I couldn't find, secluded water,
nor a floatie, wide enough.
I couldn't find, any shelter,
that would hide, all my stuff.
In the sunlight, they could see me,
splashing water, so to hide.
As my cheeks, were getting redder,
others swam, to be by my side.

Running bare, into the water,
never again, not on your life.
Running bare, into the water,
embarrassment, I won't survive.

With all the splashing, in the water,
they thought, I was drowning.
They all swam, out to help me,
just to find, me sitting there.
In just a few, inches of water,
with the sun, strong, beating down.
After the laughter had subsided,
I got a sunburn, lotion rub down.

Running bare, into the water,
never again, not on your life.
Running bare, into the water,
embarrassment, I won't survive.

Inspired by the song:
Running Bear, by Johnny Preston

Shahrukh Zamir May 2014

And Still (Women Deceive) by Shahrukh Zamir

My dreams sleep in fortune,
My reality lives in nothing,
Today lies in empty promises,
And Tomorrow's a heavy burden,

Today's grind is heavier than ever.
but slim-fasting away those sunny weathers.

And still......

20/20 eye vision turn impaired, misleading,
My mind breaking through distractions,
Today's world is looking sicker,
and still isn't done sneezing

Love at first sight
have flying fireworks turn spark-less
Saw a virtuous man,
lusting away his heart to the heartless,

The thirst is staying homeless,
so *** is up for charity,
cold women make it so hot,
I might asked her to marry me,

Let the awkwardness subside
watched her eyes bleed deception
how do broken hearts compromise with bad timing,
with her name written all over broken reflection

I even tried to beat the odds,
Eating steaks wont help me walk away from this dice game
I seeing dark scars of mine,
burning into bright pains,

So much sour found,
in this sweet escape with you,
I couldn't swim in a floatie outfit,
but she drowned me into her deep blue

And still...
I choose to play sucker for love,
continuing on my winning spree,
Teeing up the mean,
to something that wasn't meant for me

Them heart-shaped lips,
every part of her frame built-in flawless,
Those paint brushed lashed coloring up portraits,
of us as one,

Our larynx wont hold our tongues
from  singing choruses,
and now my spines chills dying out in rigamortis,
It hard to walk your line
along your modeled looking mind,
when those shimmers are  anti- gorgeous,

And Still..

You bring hell,
for someone looking like heaven,
and life with you is sin,
than I'm counting up my blessings,
but I keep throwing feeling and that catching you wont do
Deceivers make believers
  keep falling for you.

And Still..

i

Coffee with Cream Dec 2021

the stone

the stone had been left alone
to trek in search of a pool
that when a child offered the stone a floatie
the stone turned down the offer
to drown
in the “stone’s special pool”
maybe the insecurity/pride/resentment
adding a extra ton or two

When I started hitting the gym, I had no trainer, friends and what not. Today I laughed how flustered I was when this other gentleman came up to me to give me advice.

#folk #stone #pool #floatie

Amanda Oct 2016

Aeronautics

I swept the pink dirt from the grounds beneath
the apologetically heavy
saturated grass
pursed my lips and blew it
into the cloudy cushions of my blushing hands
then swallowed it all whole
one single gulp of its chalky séance
sliding down a dry kind of water slide
slipping itself around in its flamingo floatie
almost-falling from the grooves of my throat
spinning in the fuzzy nostalgia
of the circles it made around my feet this morning
one thousand times over
zooming speedily past the burnt oranges
and half-hearted blues
again and again
leaving crystal-clear pentagrams
in the split open wakes of dusk
all of these tiny little pleads
these gloomy promises
dissolving themselves into pale ashes
dipping their hair into a thick murk
taking flight with two feathery and forbidden
midnight arms
spread only to rebel against the wind
or maybe to hover
tower
One million feet—
above your scary-big shadows
small as ants from up here.

Hannah J Strauss Jun 2019

And the cat is gone…

Blink. A few times more.
Lights gain contour and shapes move.
This is me at the very beginning
Not like conception, but at the start of memory.

The floor I am sitting on
with my legs daggling over the split-level
Is hard, yet warm. Parquet is the term for it
7 years later. Floor will do for now.

A tree towers before me, flashing brightly
Causing an assault on my eyes.
I think I can eat it. The round things look
like sweets.

Somewhere in the crème-coloured lounge suite
Below my throne an equally crème, equally uncomfortable,
Equally ugly set of couches and chairs
Laze in the afternoon butter-sun.

Grubby, sticky fingers draw abstracts
In the high polish floor, and I giggle at my
Masterpiece.
Something floats into my head.

Something? No, a someone. Mom
Later to be learned. For now, loud lady.
Incomprehensible jabber and noise
Fall out her food-cruncher.

Another floatie in my head,
It makes noises, but not like mom.
Mom tries to make its noises though.
It is soft like my blankie.

Update: Mom calls it Zeus. Also, it is
A cat. Zeus plays with the candy on the tree
No fair, I want it. Zeus also uses his teeth and nails
To hurt me, but his hair and nose hug.

His tail flails and bandies about in the air
Hips swaggering at my infancy
It looks good to pull.

Hissssss.
And the cat is gone.

Monotone May 2021

The Water I'm Treading

I'm slipping into an ocean
filled with doubts
and i'm mentally unwell.
These thoughts eat at me,
like fish in a feeding frenzy.
I keep getting bitten-
each chunk leaves and
I'm slowly forgetting
who I am and who I want to be.
Someone just reach out and save me.
I can only do so much on my own.
I'm swimming but what use is that
when I'm in the middle of a sea.
I have no assistance.
No boats, not even a floatie.
I just need some sort of release
from treading endlessly.
So please help me to save me.
I can't keep this up.
I'm becoming hopelessly exhausted.
I'm going to sink,
and when I do,
just promise you'll remember me.

— The End —