Best Airplane Poems
Rain drizzling on the window pane
Sullen moments, filled with melancholy
Wishes glued to hopes of sunshine
Rays washing away the storm clouds,
The gray day – the tempestuous darkness
Nothing in life ever felt quite as dismal
As the overcast moments when I was left
To my own devices, my own pretenses
Inside the house, where nothing felt as pleasant
As the wonders, the wildness, of the outdoors
As gloom settled into my pores, releasing
Me from the melted boredom, the dullness
Inside, where I only had a tv, books, board
Games and, of course, those imaginary departures
From those homemade paper airplanes…
Who soared, eagerly, riotously – toward destinations
Unknown, into cities and towns where I felt
The racing of my pulse as my heart sped zealously
Reminding me that this was a journey, a freedom
Far freer than any other I had been on…
For this was the flight that would take me –
Into kingdoms, fantasies, imaginary places
Where I could build fictional metropolises
Fantastic castles – rich and amazing moments
That were colored in hues of fanciful inventions
From a mind who was irked by the dismal wet weather
PAPER AIRPLANES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
August 12, 2022
My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.
A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.
My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;
came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...
The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.
I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.
This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…
*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it
always...
I
watched
attentively as
each fold was
creased so carefully and precisely,
and then tested with great care to exact the chosen form.
It was made worthy
of long, sustained
flight to compete
with the other
boys, whose
fathers also
taught them the basics of
aerodynamics from the
kitchen
table.
Paper Airplanes
I made paper airplanes decades ago
One super creation I named Zoomo
Once my Zoomo and I took off in flight
Lift off was on the first stroke of midnight.
I was the pilot and what fun we had
If the folks had seen us they'd have gone mad
Freedom's elating, no hullabaloo
Able to do all things you wish to do.
First stop just had to be a moon landing
Though the surface was not fit for standing
The moon said that he was made of soft cheese
If we weren't careful we'd sink in with ease.
So we took off to meet Venus the star
She was so beauteous it was bizarre
Her hair was a stunning shade of bright gold
And many stories from the past she told.
She told of her romance with Adonis
A hunter to whom marriage was promised
But by a wild pig he was killed outright
Now she rules o'er love and beauty by night.
Then we zoomed higher and higher up sky
And heard angels singing as we flew by
Zoomo said we were close to paradise
So I then u-turned our speedy device.
Realising soon day would be dawning
And had to fly back home before morning
We arrived safely and I got in bed
Just as mother said "wake up sleepy head.”
*+*+*
14th August 2022
*+*
They reap the whirlwind
Who search the gold-glinted sun
And moon on whispering wings;
Who float and glide
Upon the blue and misty current
High above the naked edge
Of earth,
Like eagles they climb
The whipped peaks of weightless freeze
And loft through miles and miles of silent breeze
They blast sea and sky
Wide open spaces in patterned swirls
Against the saber’s point,
Their whispering wings rippling
Rushing space, nosing ahead
Of tell-tale streaks
Melting out of focus.
January 12, 2022
for "Whispering Wings" Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Well there I was twenty or so and never been in an airplane
Well...it just so happened two new friends of mine, were pilots
With many hours logged time after time
They even had an airplane of their own, which they had just flown over my house
Get off your butt, come have some fun, let us see one of your smiles!
So I climbed into this pop can with wings, anxious as the engine started to sing
Down the runway and up we go, the lump in my stomach started to show
But as I started to look around at the patchwork of beauty on the ground
I began to enjoy this soaring through the air, just looking around
Then these two ornery buddies of mine, looked at each other and grinned
I asked OK what are you up to? Oh nothin' just taking you for a spin
They turned and went low down over the lake, well OK this is kinda pretty
But they knew one wing was out of gas and soon would sputter, spit and quit!
Well needless to say when the engine stopped, I went all white in the face
They said, don't worry sweetheart we're OK, we can glide her in all the way
In? In where? The lake? You didn't ask if I could swim!
They had planned this (joke) for me for quite some time
Wanted me to always remember my first airplane ride
After a few seconds they switched the tanks and started her back up
Up, up and away we went back to the clouds above
I don't know if they cured my fear of flying or made it worse
But, I can tell ya some time later - swoosh swoosh - I hear
As I took my very first helicopter ride!
©Donna Jones
view from the sky
little specks of life
charting their way
through green, blue, and brown
clouds floating in way of the window
like soft marshmallows
ready to be eaten
With clouds gentle wisps of wonder,
dancing at my fingers tips.
With a gentle freedom smile,
growing on my parted lips.
With lovely little laughing dreams ,
in cotton candy colored skies.
With nervous hope were holding tight,
on airplane wings were flying high.
-ARI
“In the pocket of the seat in front of you, you’ll find:”
A cushion, stuffed with cotton balls; eight or nine,
One Crimson- tinted, two-by-four fleece cut out,
And a magazine full of things no one cares about
“For your comfort today, we provide:”
A seat, which six inches backwards, reclines,
A nine inch pixelated Toshitty TV,
And headphones that fit no ears, for only $3.50
“Thank you for choosing American Airlines,”
Enjoy your seat next to the odorous woman who rants the whole time
And you’ll see we break every stereotype.
Our attendants are fat and *****y, not skinny and nice.
“We hope you find your flight pleasant”
Sitting next to the odorous woman, who loves to rant,
Or the man who can’t fit in his 17” airplane seat,
Pouring onto the lap of the woman, whose infant screams, unwilling to share her teet.
By Elton Camp
Superman used to kick the ground
With the momentum, fly all around
From New York City to L.A.
It was his preferred travel way
To encircle the world in a flash
He would often wildly dash
Recently, he’s been seen on a plane
Partly to avoid the driving rain
He’s super, but his costume’s not
The fabric was beginning to rot
If he didn’t make a change soon
The world would see a full moon
So, to travel by plane he now tries
Also, to keep bugs out of his eyes
This airplane is on fire and it's going down.
Soon everybody on board will no longer be around.
I'm really scared because of the trouble that I'm in.
I'm praying and I'm begging God to forgive my sins.
Very soon I'll no longer be a part of the Human Race.
Very soon I'll be dead and I'll meet God face to face.
I'm really scared and my brow is covered with sweat.
I've done people wrong and that's something I regret.
Everybody else on this plane will die too, I'm not alone.
When we all die, Heaven will become our new home.
(This is a fictional poem)
Like an airplane, bravely take off,
Reaching your goal, with much passion;
Endure the storm, the turbulence,
The rugged air, and affliction.
Don't take a plunge, or a nosedive,
Like a dropping, crashing aircraft;
Don't fall headfirst, as you descend,
Just be steady, during the draft.
Let your wings glide, in vile weather,
Stay strong and firm, against the wind;
Touch the safe ground, the landing lot,
Get set in flight, soar once again.
Look at the earth, the world below,
While you're above, in the wide lane;
Now you are up, later you're down,
Life is risk-fraught, like an airplane.
Guy on the airplane
I'm sorry I fell asleep on you.
I don't care to give you my name.
I've been up since three,
now staring out the window
I'm about to sleep.
Last thing I know
is I was leaning towards you.
Felt a nudge
heard some laughter
woke up to you
looking down at me
and I'm sorry.
Guess your shoulder
was calling my name
and I answered...ha
These seats are too small
need some more space
and I've always been a tad bit selfish.
Never been the kind to get too embarrassed
but by the third time
I was feeling reckless.
You finally gave in
you finally gave in
just let my sleepy head rest
on your shoulder
just let my sleep head rest
on your shoulder.
You'll have a story
to tell the office
when you get to Georgia
and I'll have a story
to tell my friends
that I really shouldn't travel alone...
Guy on the airplane
so sorry I fell asleep on you...
OH HONEY, LOOK AT THE PRETTY PINK HOUSE ON THE ****ING CORNER
Is it all about two promises and two hearts set upon the same goal,
or is it more about two beings sharing the same soul?
Is it more about the places they go and the people they meet,
then wondering if a wife cries at night because her mate’s been indiscreet?
I mean take for instance backyard barbeques with Bill, Betty and cute little Billy,
after all, when cogently taken in with forthrightness isn’t it all rather quite silly?
Not today I can’t honey, remember I’ve a dinner date with that client from Argentina
But don’t say a word to the neighbors regarding what you know about Marge and Tina
Oh you mean those two sassy blondes with matching pony tails and pink rubber bands
Listen, you stupid old b*tch, don’t you get it……. that they do more than just hold hands
Well my dear, but we don’t talk of things like that in this glorious neighborhood
Yeah, well shove this someplace where it won’t do nobody a damned bit of good
So is it about vows lovers kept vying with promises one never meant,
or is about the spirit of sprites two lovers one springtime were sent?
Is it about nurturing, patience, tolerance, and finding favor with good
Or is it about a shallow existence in the above mentioned mother-f*cking neighborhood© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
patches of green, shades of blue,
cotton clouds floating down below,
soaring like angels dressed in white,
silently drifting from such a height.
looking-glass mirror of the blue sea
to where someday I'm longing to be;
lonely mountains like giants they are,
rising and trying to reach a distant star.
where am I heading, where am I going?
when will a restless soul stop roaming?
ask the cold wind or ask the trees,
ask the birds that sing, ask the bees.
the lazy river flows along the way,
a twisting snake like a long highway,
never tired in its journey to the sea,
to the home where it dreams to be.
my home is your soft arms, my love,
your tender lips are all I want to have;
a lake of joy, like a rainbow you are,
I am the earth and you are the star.