Poems with rhymes of swings

Swings, swings,
Its emerald wings,

A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.

of hugs with kisses with the long ago misses front porch swings
Freedom rings

'Land ho!' at length the welcome sound the watchful sailor sings,
And soon within an Indian bay the ship at anchor swings.

From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
Relief in little things.

Or the butterfly sunset claps its wings
With flitter alit on the swinging blossom,
The gusty blossom, that tosses and swings,

And on past sorghum fields the current swings.
To Christian Jim the Mississippi sings.

Merrily ever the cavern rings
As merrily ever his pick he swings,

The naked moonlight sharply swings;
A Presence stirs within the room,
A breath of flowers and hovering wings:--

Where the wild hawk swings,
Heart of the earth-loving thrush
Shaken with wings.

A great big black one comes and swings
Right on her sash or pinny strings.

Standing in a wood that swings
To the madrigal he sings.

An ampler arc their spirit swings--
Commands a juster view--
We have their word for all these things,

Sometimes they form in rings
Or lines that look like many things,
Like skipping ropes, or hoops, or swings:

The eternal balance swings;
That winged men, the Fates may breed
So soon as Fate hath wings.

As of innumerable wings,
As, when a bell no longer swings,

Come away, come away where the sycamore swings
Its tassels of gold, and the blackbird sings,

Merrily ever the cavern rings
As merrily ever his pick he swings,

Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings
Where the noisome insect stings

Food and protection, for many wild things,
Home and sanctuary, for millions of birds
And rock their babies to sleep in swings.