Best Airplanes Poems
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
We fondly strolled through languid ways
And rambled on without goodbyes;
On cool and moonlit autumn days
That held a glimpse of paradise .
Bewitched by evening's lucent beams
He told me I was ever fair--
That mirrors all our lifetime dreams
While tucking ribbons in my hair.
Time lit love's candle in my heart,
Although I vaguely heard his sighs
Enkindling flames that we won't part;
Retracing oceans in my eyes :
Yet journeys he had known, afar
Unsure of betrothed vows, our plan:
This oath circling on his lone star
But wait I must, dear pilot man.
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Premiere I - Open: Rob Carmack's Contest
Resubmitted 12/26/ 2016
Inspired by the Line 'Vapor Trail Dreams, From Paper Airplanes'
Title Of Poem Shortened--- Pic included
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
Making airplanes is Wichita's main thing
The worlds air capital, said Bing news last spring
Cessna, and Lear jet
Are great you can bet,
But there was a story about Boeing on Bing!
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.”
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14th August 2022
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High above the clouds, they fly,
Faster than the birds,
Roaring louder than lions,
Walking on clouds in the heavenly blue
In a job that I loved, with a sky view,
Let me travel with a smile on my face.
I've sojourned afar in aloha's grace.
Every city, every place had a song...
A melody played as I sang along.
As many years passed and I longed for home
I gave up my wings; no longer would roam.
Island of pineapples and sugarcanes,
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes,
Memories now, I recall from above
Have left me contented with my sweet love.
12-18-16
What was I thinking Contest
Sponsor Daniel Turner
Paper planes and paper boats linger ever in my memory
As reminders of my joyful childhood days
My dreams and fancy used to soar high along with the planes
On seeing them first, how my curiosity happened to blaze
With much interest I watched them being made from paper
My elder siblings cut sheets of paper in square and folded them intact
In no time, planes were made with wings and pointed beaks
And they verily resembled the cute little sparrows in flight
Back from school, on sunny evenings, they would go out.
Though they tried their level best to make them fly,
Soon after 'take off', some would awkwardly crash land
Tottering and diving down, never rising into the expanse of the sky
As I watched them play outside in great excitement
I wished to join them and share their animated joy
But never was I allowed to go out, still seen as a 'babe'
Confined to home, I was content playing with my toy
As I grew up and started school, made paper planes myself
With friends, I enjoyed flying them into the sky
We frolicked with passing wind and flowing river
There was always something to keep our spirits high
Years have elapsed with the speed of supersonic planes
And as time pulled the blind on my carefree childhood
Those paper planes continue to remain as emblematic totems
Taking me to the sunlit alleys of bliss as I grapple with adulthood
August- 30.2022
Paper Airplanes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
We Pretend airplanes are shooting stars
As the eye of Luna watches
We make a wish every now and then
To satisfy the thirst for magic
As the eye of Luna watches
The stars rush, so does our heart
to satisfy the thirst for magic
something to feed the imaginative mind
The stars rush, so does our heart
We make a wish every now and then
Something to feed the imaginative mind
We pretend that airplanes are shooting stars.
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
I have walked on fiery morning clouds.
My hair like shooting stars behind me.
I have chased lightning and whirlwinds in Hell,
then drunk the nectar of Spring rain.
I have stood at the edge of death,
and felt peace.
My children do not believe me.
Having ridden in silver airplanes and thinking themselves wise.
They say I am a crazy old man.
I ask them, "if I have done it, how can it not be done?"
I ask them, "if it cannot be done, how have I done it?"
My children put feathers in their hair,
and wear turquois jewelry.
They drink all the liquor in the house,
put on their faces as if going to war,
then go and paint the town red.
Still they call me crazy.
But I have ridden in silver airplanes too.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
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
Lets take off to see what we can see, up above so high. Maybe we can even touch a cloud or two, as we fly up higher. The clouds look like cotton candy, let's grab a handful. Now higher up into the big blue sky, we are having so much fun. Did you see that bird looking at us, yes~guess we do not belong up here so high. We need to come in for a landing, I hear mom calling us for dinner. Guess our paper airplanes and fun are over for today, brother tomorrow is another flight day.
Date Written: 8/14/2022
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
Two Canadian geese flew the skies
in root to wherever they desire
A plane occupying their space
Crashed head on in disgrace
The geese flew into their plane
Causing much economic pain
The final decision was made
To turn around the plane
And board another safely
So as geese grow in population
Taking flight to airways
Airplanes will reap devastation
And geese will die in vain