"swum" poems
Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current *******
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.
One reading by that calm bank shaded eyes
To watch her lessening westward quietly.
Then, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed.
And that long lamentation made him wise
How unto Avalon, in agony,
Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed.
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One night as dark as my hair
Shines the moonlight clear
One night I got a nightmare
And woke up full of fear
One dream every time I remember
Gave me river of tear
This dream I wrote in a paper
Recalls the girl I dear
I was awaken in a pond
Standing in a lily pad
I was as green as lively grass
Gets fluffy as I breathe so hard
Definitely I am a frog
A frog disliked by everyone
I am a frog treated like mud
Because nobody wants a frog
And as a frog I also have
No care of what is all around
Unmindful of so many harsh
All I know is insect sound
But then once upon a time
Two birds I saw flew apart
And she calmly swum inside
Then the frog and swan collide
But as a frog I still care none
Even the presence of a swan
Standing still in lily pad
Still think I am just a mud
Suddenly I don't know why
I notice tears in her eyes
I am a frog that doesn't care
But swear I can't resist to stare
My body moves on its own
I hop from lily pads to stones
I play dumb and acts with craze
To see a curve in her face
Then the swan smiles so light
And look far on the other side
I notice how she watches his flight
And then another tear subside
I miss a smile from a bird
That bears a broken-heart
Her circumstance was so absurd
Like a very solemn art
In her back I took a ride
We act like groom and bride
We play even under the sun
Comfortably have so much fun
As frog I only croak
But I still sing a song
I croak I croak I croak
That makes her laugh along
But then the sky roared
As well as rain poured
I stop to sing
She spread her wings
Without a word she flee
The swan left me
A tear in my eye roll
Imitating the rainfall
I looked at the bird afar
That bears a broken-heart
I was like gazing at a star
With a shape of a heart
I’m just a frog in a pond
A tiny frog who knows no fun
But for some reason I sob
The reason might be love
Then I opened my eyes
I felt cold like ice
A tear roll in my cheek
I felt so numb to rise
Before I wrote this on a paper
I hunt for the finest pen
Like how the frog wander
To seek the swan again
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Through the nature that i've travelled
There's so much to unravel
And the sea's that i've swum
Whether fishes are dumb
And the skies that are blue
Do they wear lace shoes?
Those dinosaurs which were ugly
Did they shave their legs regularly?
Do flying fishes even fly
Or its just a rumor spread by cats
So that it can eat every time a human has its catch
Did apes develop into humans
Or totally vice-versa
Before we know it we'll go extinct
And apes on trees will have sips of *****
Do kangaroos have pockets from birth
Or did they buy from Denims
Before i know it dogs will purr
And rocks will have feelings
Do owls sleep or act their way through the day
It will not be Meryl Streep but them, catching the oscar and walking away!
Do snakes hiss by nature or just be angry due to their body folds
Before i know it others will wear Jimmychoo's and all they'll do is catch a cold!
DO lions have smelling ability or they just put a tracking device
Playing billiards in 'Catsino' and using cell phones made of mice?!
Do eagles, the pilots of the sky have pretty air hostesses attend to
Or locate and make a buffet out of the, that's exactly what i'm referring to!
Its this jungle or paradise, or what a new age city?
Casino's of lions, oscars for owls, that's my LIFE'S EXPECTANCY !
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim.
Eons ago, fishes may have flown;
while birds may have swum.. just
like how i have forgotten the many
things which i had done before...
Loneliness, is the revelry of one person;
Revelry, is the loneliness of many people.
Long ago, the loner had many friends,
while the party-goers used to be loners.
I myself have long forgotten when was
the last time a girl rested on my shoulder.
A fish, is a bird that cannot fly;
A bird, is a fish that cannot swim...
Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 4:41 AM UTC
Raging, roiling, boiling sea,
filling every last crevice
inside of me
Washing away my last
gasps of breath,
leaving me winded
and ready for death.
I've swum for so long,
and yet not long enough;
It's not right to give up now
but these waves are getting rough.
I'm getting the hang of
letting myself sink
a bit
Just enough for the cold
to ache in my bones
And every time it rains
My skeleton cries and drones.
The depths are so much
calmer than the rage above,
All I see from here
are faint ghosts that push and shove
I
want to inhale the cold,
but the cold will smother me,
and I'll never grow old.
This all hurts, every wave
and every splash
The rushing current
to pull me under in a flash
I'm just trying to swim,
listen to the silly blue fish,
keep going, don't stop,
You can have anything you wish!
I'm just tired. Is that even allowed?
We say it's okay, but our actions
speak the ugly truth.
There's just no satisfaction.
Everyone around me is tired, too.
Is it fair to stop swimming,
and let them go on in peace?
There's another race I'm never winning.
I don't need a life preserver,
nothing is wrong, because
others around me are drowning, too.
Life simply doesn't take a pause.
This all hurts, I can't breathe,
I don't like what's inside of me
The water I've breathed
boiling and roiling and ready for tea
Leaking through organs
and soaking in my veins
My head is swimming,
and surely that sounds insane.
Must be lack of oxygen flow,
'cause I'm still sinking
Bubbles slipping from my lips
I blow and up they go
Sinking, thinking, dreaming sea
lay to rest what's inside of me,
and in your darkness, I will sleep.
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 3:36 AM UTC
I can still feel you on my lips
The taste of your tongue
Which made my head swum
I gave you all my heart
My first ever love
But someone so cute as you
Brought me so much misery and doom
You destroyed both me and you
With all your cheating, lies
Now you are being despised
See what you have done
So much suffering
That I can’t go on
Leave me alone
Enjoy your parties
And so long
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
i am at the top of beggar’s peak
i have lived alone
i brew tea and sit serenely staring at the top of the world
the sky holds me in and i am thankful
i am wading in mudslap creek
i have swum alone
i splish, splash and stomp in the gold forest with all my livelihood
the earth holds me up and i am thankful
i am strolling in baldie woods
i have seen a home
i cut, craft and toil all the day long in perfect serenity
the world embraces me and i am thankful
i am dead in this gracious world
i have lived content
i breathed, climbed and sang all my life without wrong and all things were gold
the gods love on me and i am thankful
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Why do people drown, having swum best race as *****
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
I have been,
Seen
And returned,
Whilst they were still blinking,
I have felt,
Experienced
And reflected,
Whilst they were still thinking.
I have been through the Stars,
I have bypassed Mars.
I have left this world behind,
On more than one occasion,
I have left reality behind --
Each time it froze-over
And became a Hellish abomination.
I have been to Hell
And back,
More times
Than I care to remember,
I have swum deep into my Abyss
And held my breath,
Many times,
Whilst it begged me to surrender.
But I never did...
I always came back!
I always walked through the woods,
Staying clear of the obvious track.
Only so I could return
To the Universes beyond my mind -- Homeward bound!
Beyond the stars,
Where my soul's serenity
I always find --
Where I always felt found!
'Peace' amongst a zillion thoughts
That continually evolve--nonstop!
They speak in vibrant colours...
Turquoise,
Teal,
Magenta
And Crimson -
Colours superseding
Verbal language;
Unleashing my Supernatural Powers.
Dreaming, whilst awake,
All for my sanity's sake.
I have...
I do...
I must!
To live...
To be me...
The me, I trust!
Lady R.F. (C)2018
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
"They laugh at you because you intimidate them"
So young and naive you did not know who you are
confused your worth for being used for pain
oblivious of the fact that you are a shining star
entrapped by these ideologies of steel bars
you are told you are too weak to make it to tar
Dragged and beaten, a passion still lives that will take you far
brave enough to search for your soul, you'll soon found out who you are
As you have been made to witness death
Failure has been your tail and has shortened your length
For you have been bewitched by a predator that feeds on your strength
watching your loved ones hammered and stabbed to sudden death
you resort to camping where heaven has a tent
you have seen all you knew crumbling down like a stack of cards
before your eyes the fires of hell have been shooting like darts
your friends have laughed at your downfall and called you a ****
chances and opportunities gone leave you a worry-wart
this is the walk of shame,
***** up and they preach your name
do good and they praise your fame
unaware that you are a beast hard to tame
and the women weigh your accountability against money
you can be sweet but can you buy the sugar and honey?
you share jokes but she sleeps in the arms of another man, it's funny
you're smart and craft sharp ideas but your ***** are left blunt, you dummy
Don't you know that you lie to keep them from running?
and that the truth and being yourself keep them from coming
the walk of shame would be your fame
as they laugh at your faults and lames
if they see not a fault they'd nail and frame
leaving you wondering where the true ones are, the sincere friend and fair dame...
So you rise and it is news to them
For they only saw soil and not the seed that'd stem
They were unaware that you're being polished for your term
uninformed that they're killed, tired and drenched, by the lazy worm
that you're the deepest element that swum when they swam
the coolest bell that tingled ring and softly rang
the one impaired during production but forms in time, ***** and span
alive and upright, a driven and passionate man...
Your walk of shame astounds them then, shame shem shem.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Inside my underwear I thought
A red flower had fluttered in,
And stuck itself there like sap.
Inside my underwear I thought
I had spilt a spoon of strawberry jam,
It felt so sticky on my fingers.
Inside my underwear I thought
A crimson blob of sea anemone
Had swum on out of me globosely.
Turns out it was only blood,
Only blood, only blood
I wasn’t even frightened
Even when it started hurting
I’ve always found it pretty
Growing pools of tulips
Inside my underwear.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
I've been the fish,
I've swum the dream.
I've been the explorer,
The King, the Queen.
I've been the slave,
I've waded the stream.
I've been the dust,
I've been the ash,
And I've been everything in between.
There will come a life when this is seen for what it is,
When one simplifies their deeds
And no misgivings will give,
When one realizes the Grand Illusion
In which they have lived,
When one pours forth their infinite essence
And filters the impurities through the sieve.
One must transform their leaden clang
Into a Golden Resound.
Until this goal is clear,
We're all just ******* around.
*
Alexander J. Ziatyk
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC
Spanyel! Spanyel! Thine embrace
Places Paws upon my Face;
What celestial Factory
Dare fill thy doggy Heart with glee?
From what Furnace flowed thy Blood?
Whence proceeded all this Mud?
Was that a Cow thou hidst beneath?
What the Tongue? and what the Teeth?
What the Nose? and what the Jaw?
In what Quagmire was thy Paw?
Hast thou swum the Pond as well?
That perhaps explains thy Smell.
Spanyel! Spanyel! Thine embrace
Places Paws upon my Face;
What celestial Factory
Dare fill thy doggy Heart with glee?
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
Where can I get those loves?
If they are always hidden,
Under the deep blue ocean,
I've never set the sail,
I've never swum before,
I shall start the journey,
Even though I know I am going to die amid the despairing search,
Eaten by surprise,
Murdered by revelation,
You don't even know what's been inside me,
You ought to think the waves are caressing the shore,
Believing what people say about the soothing sound of the ocean,
I am the only ones who know,
The waves have always been violent,
They tend to rot humans emotion away,
They are bound to be the silent killer,
Feed on gloomy soul.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Dipped under the current
smoothed pebbles mud-slide
down the creak's entryway
into the lake.
Depositing into the soil
only to be tussled about by our waves.
We swim vigorously
reaching for stability
breathing deeply,
accepting black dirt
filling our mouth
and claiming our lungs.
Striking against my body
was a warrior in pain.
As if healing only meant
pushing others
far away.
Floating down the stream
of confounding affection,
tree branches, and silt
barricade the movement
of my recollection,
of the pebble to the lake,
how far we've swum without
claiming our state.
Looking the other way,
we allowed it.
Further and further out,
knowing we could only swim so far,
we kept our hearts under t
h
e
surface.
And our thoughts stranded at bay.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
The description of my affliction grasps the friction of a worthy depiction to my addiction in a position feeling the infliction of my minds worst prediction..
Unleashed skeletons distinguished in the flight of pelicans severing the embellishing of savored intelligence longing for sweet repentance revealing relief that goes the distance..
Searching for clarity that never ending morality my mind takes on high hilarity in the crushed arms of polarity assembling the modularity of my brain screws in chastity releasing all of the bottled-in charity of my restless audacity...
As all that's buried beneath takes turn within my rocky caverns that burn I release my tactiturn of the aches and pains the spurn I've been able to learn bounty of my earn comes to term as I yearn for freedom of silent concern if I can disinfect this germ like cleansing the embodiment of the smoked sherm I will be clear of the uncoiled fern slithering about as a pristine worm..
Deeply inside my head I've swum like the graceful swan in the pond that I come to grow fond classified the demimond upon no formed bond twisting my thoughts my top has spun uncontrollably making me dumb my darkest secrets tucked in the gun behind the chamber of obligated fun partaking of the glazeless bun that's so scrumptious to my tum tum I can never find riddance playing the war drum but if I fail now my utterance is done now if all coincide with my tone I may finally speak out and be gone...
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Dear Mum,
I love you!
I’m sorry if I hurt you
I’m not blaming you.
I really miss you!
You were only seventeen then
When your world was taken
When your heart was broken
When I become a burden
You swum in a vast pool of sorrow
Thinking that happiness was something to be borrowed
Doubting that life is not meant to be followed
Have no reason to lived for tomorrow
I know you were disturbed by storm of confusion
I know you were starting to make illusion
You've been engulfed by people’s pollution
Until you decide to make your conclusion
Sorry, if I bring trouble to you
Sorry, for forcing myself to be with you
Sorry, for bringing up too much pain
Sorry, for making you feel like in vain.
I’m not blaming you …
You’re too young to be a mother
That’s why you really got bother
Don’t worry, you’re not a murderer
You’re just a victim of another lover.
I always want you to be happy
Together with your own family
No shame, no fallacy
Just you and no more fantasy
I’ll never forget your voice
I’ll never forget your touch
Your presence will always be with me
You will forever be missed.
P.S
Mum, please let my siblings see the world. Let them feel your caring hands and undying love. Tell them that I love them and care for them. You've been a good mum to me. Don’t worry about me. I am not alone, I’m with God. I love you forever and ever.
Your Angel,
**
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
I've swum these waters
and the waves know my butterfly- stroke
but not my cocoon.
i've stretched as far over -
a crashing wave,
as may a Starling, over a worm
in a lipid pool
of an unagitated eye.
where an apple
might .
and that is all.
and all is
like.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Nights, we take the boat out
paddle our way green through water
swum by inlet waves, full moon apace
shadowy, ancient tribal faced
lose all trace of the shore, black
but for phosphorescence
glowing, trailing from the oars
a haunting ghostly art
green and breathing, disappearing
back into darkness, swallowed
by black water, by night
strange this death,
this rebirth and breath
felt in each and every moment.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
1. Under the bright lights, the car parked.
"Is it wholesome?"
"What is?"
"Just like the canaries on the roof. They lean on each other so helplessly yet so beautifully"
"...like a movie?"
"A play."
"Why not drive again?"
"I was driving slowly, but I strayed away when a sudden moment of painful retention appeared in the rear mirror."
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2. How long has it been, since we’ve flown three and a half kites across the black sky?
“I sought refuge within a shell.” You once said. “They wouldn’t buy your jewels.”
“I lost my sandals, in an ocean.”
“In our ocean?” You hushed. “You weren’t wearing any.”
“The sounds of the battle, has cost you your sight.” She laughed. “And, your insight.”
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3. What makes the world go ‘round? (1)
“I left you a note, seven years ago.” You held your breath. “Have you not read it?”
“The sports page?” Her face is aglow. “Your beloved fluorescent pink marker? How could I miss?” She closed her eyes. “Your cotton-candy, and your umbrellas? Have you never known me?”
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4. The shooting stars never fail to disappoint.
“Our fates intertwined” You’re half-asleep. “So did our shambles.”
“I’ve waited on you.” She’s made a sandcastle. “I’ve swum through a thousand knots.”
“Yet, you’ve lost.”
“After I’ve tried.” Her wings in bubble wrap. “I’ve been to the closure and back.”
“They’ve shot my heart down.”
“I’ve taken my pieces.”
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5. In harmony we detained our secrets, and cremated our bones.
“They told me of stolen years.” You wonder. “Where have they gone?”
“Many a lie consumed breathing air.” She swallowed her tears.
“This gift is worthless, if you can’t break your wings.”
“Derange my world?”
“Drown your life.” You sighed. “Save mine.”
“Your heart, my jewels, your shell, my wings, your notes, my sandals.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
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(1) Al Green.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
While everything dissolves in a blur
and everyone else is in a hurry,
between the fast and slow footsteps on the street,
yours just feel like water—
flowing across minds in one step,
through sands of time in two.
Maybe they will find you cold and bland,
but have they ever felt cold water on a sizzling day?
And maybe,
maybe I've swum in calmer waters,
walked at a slower pace with many.
But no one has ever swung my hand along a busy pedestrian street,
or swayed me as gently
as you did.
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
I have felt the ripples
of predestined change
Some crashing like tidal waves
upon my desolate plane
Others a delicate trickle
through this narrowing gorge;
complex and understated
in its methodical purge
Both deliberate in the upheaval
and churning of the soil
change that brings inner balance
to mind, body and soul
I’ve swum against their current
dragged to murky waters below
tumbling in the turmoil
of my urgent need for control
Now cast upon this rocky shore
panicked and alone
I must surrender to the journey
to find my way back home
I welcome the soaking of soles
as I intend to surf each wave
Immersing myself into its flow
I become the ripples of change
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
It seems a lot of women
are married to handsome psychopaths
or sociopaths these days.
It's much the same thing, you know.
They always have a certain charm
of innocence. Often with a blond fringe
that needs cutting. People like them.
They are fun to be with.
But if you sit down for a while
and contemplate the crocodile,
one realises you only know the clever hide;
the reptile within plays with its food.
By then its prey has swum too deep
within the delta of the lies;
white-painted doors without a key
close in on her and she wonders:
is it me?
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
My eyes are bloodshot
But they aren’t tired just yet
My eyes look like I’ve seen too much smoke
Like they have swum in too much salt water
They are so dark the edges are almost blue
My friends thought they were black for a while
Two bruises that show everything I’ve felt
Show the scars I cut willingly into my skin
He touched me once or twice when I didn’t want it
I didn’t leave though
His fingers exploring my insides in ways no one ever should
I stayed though because that’s what I do, what I did.
I needed to save him from himself because
He hurt himself more than he hurt me
And he bruised my eyes pretty bad.
Another, he showed me what it meant to not want to live
What it took to beat a soul down to the size of nonexistence
What it took to **** him to the tune of Brand New
I always hated Brand New because it reminded me of you
You with your sad, exhausted eyes and sadistic laugh
I could tell that your laugh didn’t always sound like that
That one bad day, just enough people warped your laugh
Like the sun warps wood, so slow you can hear it
Each crack of the wood breaking your faith, breaking your will
And I lied with you that night on that carpet
As the little white pills mixed with that whiskey
And I carried you to the bed and didn’t call 911
Because you knew that’d be too easy.
After I left, you went down to the river and almost left
A month later, you called to say a 3-hour goodbye
You didn’t end up leaving the ground, so I had to leave you instead
Because my heart broke that morning for the final time
Like wood snapping under the pressure of the too-hot sun
My eyes are bloodshot
But they aren’t tired just yet
Because when I left, I left my crucifix
To the vultures because it was either that or me
And I’m tired of being eaten alive by sad souls
Who don’t know what they’re doing.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC