Best Aerial Poems
If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly
There’d be danger around every corner
You’d think in your car you’d be safe
But unless you’re under some cover
Either you or your car they will strafe
The Towns would be dirty and smelly
And slippery in the extreme
We’d have to employ a small army
In an effort to keep the streets clean
Now don’t you get all of a fluster
For the scientists haven’t yet found
The means of piggy propulsion
Or getting the beasts off the ground
If one day this nightmare should happen
It won’t come as any surprise
If they manage to get piggies airborne
Then the price of bacon will rise
© John W Fenn 17-01-2009
As butterflies eagerly flutter into view
Our senses unfurl with alluring sights
Engaging while imparting those ornate designs
Under skies azure, they entice, delight
Igniting then occupying thoughts upbeat
then all senses erupt with invitations that ordain spring's ultimate, bright allure
Yet every day invokes thoughts of sweet,
unique, yet amazing things
Enriching then initiating thoughts oh so upbeat
Like aerial dancers entreating with invitations that offer hope
Until they are joined eventually by insect throngs
of many unbelievable colors
As butterflies entice with invigorating dances
outstanding movements under sun's assuring glow
Enraptured by intimate tunes of warblers
upholding melodious appealing flow
Every butterfly imparts beauty
Only monarchs ultimately rule, adorable royalty
Enjoy the inherent beauty of the universe
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Are they playing war games above the peace?
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
Are they playing war games above the peace?
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
They soar through the heavens without defeat.
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor,
They soar through the heavens without defeat
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more.
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day.
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day,
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Pantoum - Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written May 29, 2022
Submitted to "Flight Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
#12 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
June 10, 2022
Submitted to "Marathon Contest Mile 3"
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Two butterflies I saw one summers day
Mesmerized me with their antics in flight
Looked like an aerial ballet display
A dingy skipper and one that was white.
They landed on a rock warmed by the sun
Both taking a rest from their dance routine
Shame it was just an audience of one
T'was the best ballet that I'd ever seen.
I think they both sensed that I wanted more
Graceful fluttering's without any flaws
Both rose to perform a stunning encore
I felt like standing to give them applause.
Performance over they both flew away
Their brilliant routine had made my day.
Written 4th October 2019.
Writing Challenge October - Butterfly Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobe Ode.
Gently kissed my lips
Carried my spirit away
Breathing forever
Soaring with stingers,
Unsuspecting tiny strikes,
Bee’s protect their hives.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/2009
smoke ring from rouged lips rises, lassos the moon
The battle to the skies
As two invisible entities
Clash
One dashes
Shoves all in its way
Yet smooth
And angelic
In its deameanor
The other
Mellow and
Gentle
In its attack
Keeping all at bay
One howls and
Knocks at my window
Seeping in through
The crevasses
Making its presence felt
One opresses all
And weighs us down
Without a change in direction
And with no sound
Every morning I yell to tell them,
Help me fly!
Let me breathe the mist of clouds
Let feel the sunny rays and
The power to make the rain fall down
Let me travel south with the birds
Let me swirl the snow
Until is spells out word
(I wouldn't swear I promise)
Let me show my loves the tallest mountains
Let waterfalls become my fountains
Let me glide with eagles and compare our wingspans
Let me look down on the seouqouias
Let me direct plane travel
(I'd be the best air force employer)
Let me patch the ozone and
Protect our green land
Please Let me have this freedom until my lifes end!
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Aerial Painting
The painting in the hall of an old bi-plane flying
a across a blue sky, was different this morning,
it had landed by a waterfall and the pilots stood
leaning against the plane’s fuselage slowly
smoking a cigarette, eyes closed enjoying every
moment, every inhale of scented tobacco.
I looked at the painting again the sky was dark,
there was lightning in the air the pilot had flown to
the front and collided with a barrage balloon,
the plane was a broken as thrown to the ground by
a spoilt boy who had wanted a fire-engine for his
birthday, and know only the blue sky prevails.
swallows swiftly swoop
foraging flies for fledglings
daily dawn to dusk
1 / 19 / 2022.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
Contest Nature haiku with alliteration.
Syllable count Poetrysoup.
Dear God
We are aerial butterflies caught in the palm of your hands
Only when you blow breath towards our broken wings
can we truly feel your healing power
You are the transmitter of messages, the one authentic truth
Protect us from the misconceptions of a wayward world
Keep us safe in your embrace and help us mend
Inside this world of uncertainty, what will tomorrow bring ?
entwined in you, life loses its sting despite everything.
Major general za min tun said the passenger had received treatment and described the attack on plane as a criminal act. Airplane was preparing to land at loikaw, the capital of eastern kayah state when the bullet pierces through plane mid air hits passenger and injured his ear. The bullet was reportedly shot from the ground and a passenger onboard suffered facial injuries..
aerial view spies
a misshapen eye of blue
~ ~
an inland-island
with coniferous lashes ~
sultry evergreens unfurled
I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground,
They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and around,
It was all so fast like a hair-raising race, with each bird desperate to not be last,
Were they friends just playing games or foes in their territory not letting anything past.
They looked like they were on the fastest roller coaster, flashing through the air,
As they dive down to the ground going as close as they could possibly dare,
Then they stop for a break on the great big gnarly tree,
And off they go again celebrating just living and just being free.
For Suzette's contest, The Pirouette Poetry Contest, by 30 September 2025
At a moment of time
with the strike of the clock
she was holding a cord
getting ready to fly.
She fell flat
splat face down
acrobat
that was done
copycat.