Swing Still Swaying Poem by Silentpoet Grl
Swing Still Swaying
swing still swaying
the way it did when i was a kid
riding it high
reaching the skies
pretending i could fly
now its empty
swaying slowly
a ghost from the past
the soft wind blowing
no more being carefree
nothing left to reach for
memories fading
floating quietly by
Good poem about memories of the past. Sometimes the past can create good poems. Thank you for your comment on my poems.
This poem is truly phenomenal, Your words tantalize the minds whom read it, with imageries so divine, truly a spectacular write.
Ethereal in feel. The cruel nudge of nostalgia. Short but not sweet...touching memories of many i think. Well done sp
Inocence removed, and memories are the food of life. Loved this one!
Reminds me of the swinging swing in our yard that I put up for my neice KK... Great Poem my friend!
This is so true...so many memories...its sad that we grow up to only remember what we had...smiles bravo bravo...love this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/13/2024 12:28:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love this poem. Memories give the deepest connections.