Poems about Swimming poems

I am in my swimming suit, And I am in the water.It is all water here, Fear not.You, yourselfIs the product of water.No danger, come here.We will stay hereYear after year.Who is a perfect s

T-wentieth January mornH-as made the day sunny; E-vening shadows disappear, A-s the dawn breaks early.P-ouring rain ThursdayE-vades the Friday occasion N-ew light is risingA-bove the horizon.

Un none birdsFly on the sky...Sky was Blue...Clouds painting atSky...Day to nightStars come...But...Birds flyingAt air with swimming...With out water...!Author: Otteri Selvak

He had his own fishing boat for many years though he never ventured far out to seaAnd from fishing he made a good living enough to upkeep his familyHe was born and he still lives near the ocean and

fishSwimmingOnsea sandswith waves...Author: Otteri Selvakumar

Light of spirit helps me soar the sky I sing.Inside the draft up high wind to bring. Gathering of wings feathered dreams gleam.Hearing bretheren flap a mighty beat.Thunder claps shape her skir

A Swimmer swims one stroke at a timeFocusing all ones energy, on the finish line. They try so hard, to keep up the paceEyes affixed only, on just winning the race. God sees us swim as we stroke a

When the day becomes hot and hazyAnd I become tired and lazy, All I can do is keep on reneging, For the vast lawn needs mowing, And the vegetable garden needs hoeing, And work must come before sw

And now slowly nothing happened, He remained and looked at me; The pain increased and cheapened, He at last left me behind seemingly.I was a strong swimmer, But he should have won, And later th

We swim a few timesacross the waterwhere people floatand enjoy at the deepest place the well-being that the pool brings magically, before we wrap our arms around each otherand recoil in the wat

Third Saturday in a row with headachedo only the most necessary, trying to build bulwarks against the pain, mental control by watching André Rieu’s musical carnaval not working, seeking solace

Clouds in asphalt, in the graffiti of sweet things, Swinging their hips to the store to buy roses forThemselves while the rain slings; Oh, I’ve been singing out of school early again, Watching t