Category: swims
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Poet Spotlight: Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman has been regarded as one of the greats among poets. Walt was born on May 31, 1819 in Long Island, New York. There are few people that live out their dreams and even fewer that reach the pedestal known as success. But Walt Whitman was a man that accomplished just that. Walt came…
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No Limitations
After years of falling short and crumbling like cheese cake I have finally persevered Pushing back against the falling thunder Swiming against the opposing tide Moving through a world of wonder While fighting to get to the other side Freedom tastes like honey -fresh from the comb It’s the clanging bells of freedom on the…
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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Pools
Can I love you with my eyes closed? Just ease into the comfort of your embrace As I imagine you staring at the contours of my face Feeling every second as though it were my last Thinking nothing of the future And neglecting the mistakes of the past Falling in love with the thought of…
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Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
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Stubborn Heart
There’s something wonderful about a stubborn heart. It beats when no one expects it to. It pushes in spite of insidious circumstances. Seeking unconditional love when the length of caring has run its course. Grasping onto straws that slip out of moist hands. Yet it continues to swim in the bliss of reverie. And that’s…
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Fishy Love
You can’t force love It must come naturally Like fish swimming downstream Moving in and out of time Jumping and splashing In the beauty of tomorrow Coming near the edge of time Wallowing in shallow water Till its time to gather in the pond Creating spawn And easing through The happiness of familial bliss Love…
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A Lover’s Mist
Where is the deep end? For people that can’t swim But want to explore it nevertheless To say that they touched the bottom And came back up dry Only to walk the shore Feel the mist of large waves coming near And be dampened by the call Of a truer lover Love always, Esha <3
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Sweat Beads
Count the beads of sweat They drip from your chin to your collar It is left soaked Like love spilling over into a wet sea The salty taste is bitter but cool to the touch You swim in unnerving fantasies Driven by an anxiety you can’t explain It is a bath in cold water produced…
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