overhead airplanes
rumble across the sky
waking me from dreams
sitting in a field
watching airplanes fly by
counting the jet streams
grating sky noises
elongated screechy scream
clamoring airplane
destroying silence
threatening my peace of mind
in flight path daily
Are signals being cross
Causing the airplanes to crash
Or just drop from the skies
Something is very wrong and
I won't be flying
NO TIME SOON
Now it's May...as in 'Month Merry'
We look outside and see it's very
Bright and warm and dry and can
With confidence those flights we'll plan!
We'll dust off winders, and wind rubber
Or fire up engines too long dormant
Props then will throw air in torrents
So our builds go up and forward!
Young birdlings will soon fledge and fly
Our builds will join them in the sky!
the pure white snowflakes are falling
like paper airplanes soaring
here and there drifting
up and down swooping
now they are zooming towards me
aeronautical snowflakes
like paper airplanes
gliding, hovering, floating
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September 03, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/snow white paper airplanes
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-180-03
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Paper Airplanes
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 09/15/2022
Tenth Place
Up they went,
We followed along,
He made them,
My older brother folded the papers,
and I knelt beside him,
We happily chased them as they flew,
They landed,
We sent them up flying again,
Unrelenting and tirelessly,
Such should be our dreams,
Always sent up into the vast space,
Thrown up into the air after every land,
Until they glide with the winds.
September 2, 2022.
I wrote my love in a paper,
And described how I feel about you.
I jot sweet words in a paper,
I swear what I wrote it is true.
I shaped my love to an airplane,
And coloured it with red ink.
With sweet love I signed out my name,
It was beautiful or so as I think.
I threw my love to the blue sky,
And the wind blew it out of my sight,
And I stood as I saw it fly
Till it vanished and till it was night.
Sweet love who will receive my letter,
I pray that it finds you depressed.
Sweet lover just open the paper
And read out the love I expressed.
I made an airplane with paper,
And threw it up and it flew.
My airplane is also a letter
For a friend out there in the blue.
For PAPER AIRPLANES POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: John lawless
Written: 31 August 2022
Paper Airplanes
Made paper airplanes
teaching craft to Granddaughter
and threw sharp to fly.
Grand went excitement for both
on equally intense joy.
08/30/22
I still have a child in me
To play with my pupils in year three
I taught them how to make paper airplanes
To enjoy my art class in our best we can
I first instructed them to make some folds
To release and fly with a careful hold
Initially, I made my own nice example
The biggest origami of paper plane sample
I threw it into the air with so much care
They cheered loudly on my flair
I was wondering where it’ll end up
Too fortunate, it landed on my pupil’s lap.
In this activity, they got the moral of the day-
To dream is to set a clear goal on their life’s way
In their best effort, they must follow their goal
To succeed and never regret at all
I further explained during my class
To fold paper, careful planning is a must.
In throwing paper airplanes into the air
Takes great focus and control so it won’t land anywhere
It needs determination to follow their dream
Then pray fervently directing their heart to HIM
I added: my big plane went fast into your direction
That’s my huge dream...to help you reach your ambition
Aug. 30, 2022 4.09pm
Wednesday, August twenty-fourth, 2022
One day, while I was sitting,
biting my nails,
I had a silly thought,
So I got out my phone
and I asked if you wanted to make a paper airplane
You said “sure,
why not?”
So we got our papers together
and laughed for an hour before we actually got to work.
I told you about my home
upon green mountains
deep in the south
and how we fold airplanes where I come from
and in turn, you brought cookies,
but you called them biscuits.
And when we finished
our airplane didn’t look like everyone else’s
it won't win any prizes
or change any lives.
But we made it together,
we laughed and smiled the whole time.
It’s beautiful
and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
Even if that means it won't really fly.
A father and his son
Spent quality time each day
Communicating, having fun
Through adventures and at play.
On one such occasion, his boy's
Leisure would never be the same.
He opened up his sons eyes
To the wonder of paper airplanes!
With a brand new sheet of paper,
They folded rather neat.
They whooshed their new planes to and fro.
Their joy pure and complete.
They made different types
And put them to the test.
This could last for hours!
Until they found their best.
Now the boy is all grown up
With children of his own.
They love it when he tells them
About the first paper airplane he'd flown.
And now he watches on
As his youngsters take delight
In creating paper airplanes
And thrusting them in flight.
Written 19th August 2022
Small paper airplanes I'd never flown.
Most boys made them, each labled their own
Into the air they'd go toward blue sky,
they'd catch a breeze and away they'd fly.
I could have been just a paper doll,
yearning for places, hearing their call.
Tickets bought to fly on paper plane,
we'd climb high finding magic to claim.
We'd glimpse wonder, clouds of chiffon lace.
Earth would seem small as we followed space.
We'd watch sunset's gold and crimson tints
spread like watercolors' breathless hints.
Waving to moon as night circled nigh
musing of clouds and mysteries high.
Climbing and turning as stars peeked out;
eager to learn what life was about.
Our minds suffused with real and pretend.
Enchantment hidden where real can bend.
Small paper airplanes and paper dolls:
childhood's magic, a world to recall.
August 18, 2022
for Paper Airplanes contest
by John Lawless
5th Place
Those paper airplanes folded neat
thrown in the air to glide, complete
with hidden wishes hoped to meet;
they fly a bit- a short-lived treat.
Our paper airplanes start to fly-
but most times bring an inner sigh.
Aboard, those wishes we hold high-
come crashing down beneath the sky.
Airplanes are strong, the paper's weak;
might never hold the wish we seek.
But we're determined- brave, not meek;
pray gambled outcomes are not bleak.
August 16, 2022
Contest: Paper Airplanes
Sponsor: John Lawless
September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore
My days were full with mischief makers and bragging scalawags
but as the evening fell it was dad and I and paper planes galore
Lined creased papers pressed against father's smoky fingers strong
a wide tooth grin that said it all, while folding them in Ludwig style
Symmetrical wings shaped at the edge to fly through standby throng
inside a backyard airfield 16x24, .. we launched then bridged a mile
One was shaped like a prayer mantis one was fashioned like a jet
homework waited as we glided through a glide-path then a runway
Aerobatic landings that were much more thrilling, then a Lego set
oh the wanders of those days when we both knew, how to play.
August 13, 2022
Sponsor John lawless
Contest Name PAPER AIRPLANES
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