We plan, organize, gather and pack,
we fly - what liberty is this - to fly
like a weapon on the edge of heaven.
Having no power to do it ourselves
we trust security, the silver whirligig,
and the immutable laws of thrust and lift.
Looking down at clouds, near the speed of sound
“Yes, I’ll have the pretzels, please, and a sprite.”
aviating thru the night, a few silent, blinking lights
wedged up in the stars to those stuck in slow cars.
We land with a bump, and reverse engine thrust,
remaining in our seats until signs are revealed
we then become the many-headed impatience
to exit, to rush - for the baggage we trust
made the journey with us.
Oh, quick, grab a cab, catch a bus
The grumpy, disheveled six of us
we weary travelers thus
were returned from vacation,
to a near dawn New Haven.
Categories:
aviating, humor, night, student, teen,
Form: Rhyme
Hi guys please go through my poem regarding a boy who is in love with a girl.
The Sun flickers against her sparkling eyes,
I ache to be the Sun..
The sweet dainty Rose blooms in an air,
I ache to be the stem of it..
Life is been weaved with the needle,
I ache to be the thread of it..
Aviating in an air with the colourful palette of wings - O'my butterfly,
I ache to be a flower bud to touch Your soul..
The moon touches her everywhere in the dark,
I ache to be the moon..
O'my Love, I ache to be everything just for You,
Please offer Your Love, I been waiting for so long!!
Wrote by Madhavi
Categories:
aviating, angel, crazy, desire, for
Form: Bio
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" I'M FLYING WITHOUT WINGS "
Gliding, soaring,manoeuvring above the EARTH
Not in the welkin but above the crux of existence and birth
Steering through the cottony clouds of my reveries and infinite aims
Holding the stars - extricating my only hope and creed...not blame
Counting every single breath - not to last for one reason
Grip the great exultant conquest over whatever season
Just living to fly ... soar ...fly ... - aviating my own soul not to fell
But to reach the optimum degree point of heavenly Zion
Not the most unfathomable site of hell
Coz' I'm flying ... FLYING WITHOUT WINGS
In my side...the WINGS OF FAITH that sings . . .
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" FLYING WITHOUT WINGS "
*-* ~~~ WESTLIFE
Categories:
aviating, faithflying,
Form: Rhyme