"swiming" poems
i like to watch the dolphins its my favourite thing
such a lovely creature oh what joy they bring
leaping through the air high in to the sky
such a sight to see as they go flying bye.
with there smiley face as friendly as can be
swiming in the ocean roaming wild and free.
mother natures child and master of the sea
just to watch the dolphins means so much to me.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
I had cried a sea of tears
And began to drown.
Trashing out, Unheard screams
Bubbles filled my lungs.
I long for safety and a home
Not this empty black cavern thats sinking very near.
I look up out of desparation
far above my pain.
And then black tears turn purple,
indigo,
aqua.
I see a Turtle swiming near.
The sea Turtle I've always wanted
I realse all my fear.
I float upward crowned in a bubbling glow
My sea Turtle loves my bubbles.
And away we go.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 4:03 AM UTC
I love this place the most,
The full moon's shadows on the rocky island coast,
There's a ring around the moon big and bright;
This is one of the most beautiful nights!
The crashing blue waves are in motion,
The whale came up out of the ocean,
There are clouds in the sky and a faint sunset in the night;
The moon rays slant under the ocean big and bright!
The fishes and dolphins swiming beautifully under the sea,
This place is quite a treasure for me,
The clouds look as if they dance;
For people call this place Diamond Head Romance.
*Marian*
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Would u like to help me sharing my love?
I dont laugh at people, just laugh w them,
I smile to them and let them happy,
Making them feeling loved and realised.
Who wants it? Hello? Someone? Its free!
Would you like to share ur love w me?
It smells like roses,
It feels like ur relaxing swiming in the ocean,
Feels like love itself: it is Love.
Who wants it?
Would u like to spread our love to the world?
What does it seem like?
Does it make you feel happy?
Does it relax you and make you feel confident?
Does it make you smile?
Why dont we make other people smile also?
Does the love really smell like roses
Or does it just feel good by itself?
Do you need a smile or a hug?
Do you need a hand to help you
Or a shoulder to cry?
Do you think that its selfish
Or u dont deserve it?
Try 1 simple thing:
Try something called Love.
Try to give a hand who needs
And a hug to make them comfortable
And a shoulder to cry and share good and bad moments
And smile called 4giveness...
Try simply the simplicity
Try simply the honesty
Try simply the sincerity
Try simply to Love...
You´ll c, after you do all these
To whom who needs you
You´ll feel the love,
More and more stronger...
And when you look back,
You´ll feel that when you give
You will also receive...
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
They are not with us
Hence, we are one and the same
Living on the same ground
Breathing the same air
The sons and daugthers of poverty
Dancing with the harsh tides of reality
Swiming for dear life
In an endless pit of greed
Drowning on a quicksand of debt
Holding on the knives of the selfish
Being played by Midas hands
Puppets of false kings and emperors
We are vouyers of pain
Peeping toms of agony
We hear and we feel
We feel but we do nothing
We offer symphathy
Living their lives through emphathy
But the bitter truth we try to conceal
We are beings of apathy
Looking like were in pain
Up on the stage where all eyes can see
Narcissuses who seek a minute of fame
Playing a charades of sensitivity
What can merely looking do?
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
It is now four in morning as I wind down.
On this salty night in vagas you can see for miles.
The trees smell imported, the stripes of feet walking everywhere are visible in the floor carpets, the whole joint was colored tequila, and every face was that of an american.
Hotel hallways had grown small with the years.
There was this crane down the street, building the next casino over, again.
It stood amongst fifty-thousand billboards and american faces, all the same created, all the same.
The tension now builds and I can only feel time.
The image of an illuminated nobody swiming in a mist pool, next to a hotel on the outskirts of town, the knowing of his distain for others, the sheer embrace of his mystic-all-knowing insignificance watching the crooked sunrise kept me going.
You once told me to pick and choose.
You once told me I should taste the air more, like a dog would, if he could sink his teeth in just right.
I took that as you wanted a mutt in your brain, maybe even a mutt in me, but I couldn't.
Not on this holiday and not at four in the morning.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
At home in the foam
the oceans I roam
I move from place to place
with the water I displace
as I swim threough the sea
the water and salt evaporate me.
Soothing the sounds that reach my ear
the seagulls and otters chattering away I hear.
Looking up at the spray catching my eye,
the sun, the sounds, the sights, I started to cry.
Beauty abounding everywhere that I look
sea sarounding me I savor the sareality in each little nook.
Outstreching your hand, you reach for a cloud,
the shadow it casts an ominous shroud.
Watching in wonder and aw, the clouds stack high.
Amazed as the waves begin to pick up for a storm draws nigh.
Crashing about, the waves, and the wind, and the lightning crack.
Rain pounding before you, thrusting you to and fro, slapping your back.
The motion continues to calm.
The sounds simply sooth all the noise away.
The light laguishing lovingly on lucious glowing skin.
She swims slowly beneeth me a giant blue whale slumbering past.
Back to the ocean, at home in the foam of the sea.
the water and salt evaporate me.
Swiming through bliss not a care in the world.
Melting away as the wonders of the ocean call you to her, call you home.
To the water, and salt, and the sea, and the foam.
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Debris, Ruins, Wreckage, Weakness, Sickness
Marks Guide You To The World Of Destruction
The Truth, Was Between Light And The Darkness
In A World Where The Whole Meaning About Your Action
A Sky Falls Down In A Ground Where Everything Shatters
Then My Blood Makes A River In Every Motion
Painting Your Smile In The Seas And The Oceans
Losing My Heart, Soul, My Own, In Your Direction
When the Heaven Becomes Hell, And The Sky Falls To Hall
There Will Be Nothing Will Be Well, In face Covered By Smile
In Image Of A World Falling Apart
I Was Swiming On Tears Of Blood
A Doom Day Came To **** Me Very Soft
Screaming Your Name Very Loud
Back And Forth Of War In My Heart
Through Imaginatio Of A Little Kid
Never Though Will Be A Hit And Beat
Running Away To be The Darkness Feed
When the Heaven Becomes Hell, And The Sky Falls To Hall
There Will Be Nothing Will Be Well, In face Covered By Smile
Tearing My Tears Till It Becomes Dry
Asking My Lord The Only Question "WHY"
To Show Me The World From Her Eye
And Show Me Something Without A Lie
I'm I Diffirent?, Or Just A Fool Crazy
Both Of Them, Always Scares Me
Why You Wake That Heart To Take Me
If You Want It Broken, There Will Be
But God She is My Only one, And Always Will Be
If You Take Me, Then Make Sure She Save Me
When the Heaven Becomes Hell, And The Sky Falls To Hall
There Will Be Nothing Will Be Well, In face Covered By Smile
Author / Aladdin Aures
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
I have a confession to make if you please
About some of the poems that I happen to read
I've never been much at swiming the literary sea
And the water for me can be a bit deep
All I am is a simple guy
That's learned over the years to simply rhyme
That's what I do time after time
That's how it is line after line
I might come up with some crazy ideas
But after all has been done and all has been said
What you have sitting here is all that is left
Just rhyming thoughts that pop in and out of my haed
There it is, my confession that I make to you
As I dip my toes into this poetic pool
Wearing my rythmic floaties just in case I do
Fall flat on my face like a poetic fool
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
I'm lost in the ocean
all alone
I'm afraid of drowning
I'm just hoping for a relief
all alone
I can't believe that no one hears me when I'm screaming out my lungs
all alone
I'm swiming in the endless ocean, searching for the end.
all alone
lost in the ocean, screaming and fighting I'm thinkg about drowning
Because drowning could be the relief I'm hoping for.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
What do i dream of life, and where it go so fast? oh, how Can always go back to those days in the port, on the grassy hill in front of the Bean. A gathering of sorts, an almost mecca for the everyday people and artist alike to enjoy thier coffee's or expand their mind's. Seldom know how i remember those warm golden sunsets on the beaches, where we'd look off on the horizen and wonder what tomorrow would bring. We'd lay on our warm towel's over sand after swiming in the cold waters of the atlantic that i miss so much. What are these days and nights i see before me, as i sway back and forth like a branch in these winter winds? I know who you are now with that draw, that look. Gasp as you see me before you, like a ghost in your mirror. Do you think about the molocules in your body, how the millions of them flow thru you now like my voice thru your ear? Hear me now in his room, with the blank unknown faces of yester year and today, sipping on their what have you's, dreaming of a better tomorrow. The only dream i dream today? I won't Remember in the morning...
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
I'm swiming in this ocean
trying to find la tierra de mi alma
You are the solid ground
I'm drowning to find
to stable my world
flooded mankind
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 9:14 PM UTC
*How pretty it is,
I am under the sweet sea,
Swiming under it.
I love it so much,
It is like another world,
Under salt water.
It is so pretty,
Waiting for me to explore,
Another sweet world.*
~Marian~
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
You are my drug
I keep coming for more
Your the only thing
that gets me high
Your love's my addiction
Swiming through my veins
You are my blood
Whisky and pills
Are your kisses and hugs
You are the whisky
In my water bottle
The bass, in my song
The light on my lifes
Disco floor
Dance with me
Hold my hand
Intoxicate me
Never let me down
I can't ever get you out of my mind
I crawl to get to you everynight
Your the only one who can take away these shakes
The only one who lets me hide
My mistakes
Take me for who I am
I need you tonight
I need my high, my fix
My new drug, my you.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Did you look in the mirror before you went out?
Your spiders legs are hanging out
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Eying on the stars
Look too far.
I wonder though no
they didn't whisper.
Maybe they know
the straight skinny better.
Why everyone craves
'Swiming in the moonlight
ambling by the river'!
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Get me out of this cesspool
I'm swiming in idiotic fools
How did I get surrounded by you heartless freaks
Why can't any of you think before you speak
You all tell lies with such great speed
That my ears are starting to bleed
And all my thoughts your starting to impede
Why the **** where you allowed to breed
If I'm made to stay here with you human waste
I fear my intelligence will soon be erased
With all your mindless yakety- yak
I'm begaining to think you all must all be on crack
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Oh to be a farmer,
connected to
Mother Earths gifts.
To wake up at dawn to see
the divine sunrise swiming in sky.
Oh to be a cultivator
of the food
mankind uses for substance.
washing hands with energies of soil.
Oh to be a farmer grand
have livestock
be your friend,
as one smells the sweet country air.
To walk on Gia holding dreams,
as sun shines and night stars glisten.
Oh to be a farmer, to live off the land
and feel grounded
grateful and grand.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
Yesterday light strings..
I strum them with memory glow..
Rememberence of her smile..
To yesterday I go..
Grasses so green..
So cool to my bare feet..
I race my little brother..
Around my grandmothers house in the late spring..
Under bridges, Along the creek bed..
Countless ghost hear voices..
Boys fishing and swiming..
Riding bikes down the hill screaming..
Beautiful fun spirit..
Alive and strong..
Memories of color..
Memories of voices and song..
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC