Best Airy Poems
‘Airy Ain’t It
It sways the trees and makes them bend
while fueling climate changing trend
It’s Mother Nature breaking wind.
12/12/14
submitted to Gods of Winds – Poetry Contest
If only life could be light, airy and easy breezy,
with little complications or strife,
Peace would be nice.......,
Yet, it could never be,
because most humans thrive
on controversy,
making life a chore,
a bore, deep, dark and heavy laden.
Seeking The Refuge Of Great And Airy Dreams
Slumbrous my mind glides off into another place
seeking the refuge of great and airy dreams.
Yet always, always appears my darling your face
shining sweetly your bright smile that always beams.
There we walk together on soft dewy grass
our time romancing amongst the ancient trees.
Far too swiftly, dear fleeting time seems to pass
my heart asking for more in sad, futile pleas!
As gaunt shadows race to invade our retreat
time drinks its water from our heavenly stream.
Alas! I can never that racing clock beat
Or hold the glow of our love's softest moonbeam!
I that willfully fight the coming of day.
Beg my soul, in this dream to forever stay!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-19- 2015
Note: Sonnet- 11 syllable verse.
(1.) http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/slumbrous
slumberous ('sl?mb?r?s ; -br?s) or or slumbrous ('sl?mbr?s)
Definitions
adjective (mainly poetic)
sleepy; drowsy
inducing sleep
characteristic of slumber
Heavy rain falling
Umbrella under threat of
streaming on the road
Steps from one to next
Feet jump to cross in between
dance with airy song
I go out for walks
once in a blue moon
when I do it’s a warm day
and the sky is many shades of blue
the moon
is just a clipped fingernail
I’m so happy now
I’m over the moon and weather
not under it
Whit Howland © 2019
Airy Wells and Emmett Street were working class kids,
Just shy of a high school diploma.
Airy’s mom had a habit of drinking too much.
Emmett’s father was fighting lymphoma.
Airy and Emmett had jobs after school,
And mostly just kept out of trouble.
While Airy stocked shelves at the dollar store,
Emmett worked with a pick and a shovel.
Airy and Emmett had always been friends.
And liked spending weekends together.
With summer vacation a few days away,
They were feeling as hot as the weather.
Airy and Emmett walked into the woods,
Not a pocket of breadcrumbs between them.
When Airy got pregnant and started to show,
They were lost in a vast arboretum.
Airy and Emmett were nervous and scared,
But promised to trust in each other.
They knew they were faced with the obvious choice,
Or with Airy becoming a mother.
Airy and Emmett were both underage,
And kept their decision discrete.
When Airy gave birth to identical twins,
Named them Amy and Emily Street.
Airy and Emmett were wedded that winter
By a shill with a cheap bag of tricks.
Their good fairy godmother granted their wish,
And they both got their overdose fix.
Airy and Emmett lost everything fast.
They lived and they died in the margins.
Now Amy and Emily struggle to be,
Like a couple of weeds in the garden.
These moments that I strive to breathe
I find myself consumed with disbelief
Fear and no sense of relief
I grasp for air
but I cant seem to find any here
No where to be found, not even over there
I know I am strong
even when things go wrong
I have a constant reminder that i do belong
People are always loosing their way
but I dont want to be like that and fall astray
I want to focus on the one above, to make me as bright as a sunshining day
I feel so fluttery and out of place
but I know Im here to finish the race
So, I take a step back and see your face
To help me through with sufficient grace
AIRY MESSENGERS
Serene weightless flight of dandelion
Seed puff-balls : thoughts ascending,
Gestating across the invisible void -
Untroubled, they silently float, glide,
Delivering a concept
On the air measureless
From somewhere else to here.
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some person-all-by-ass
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a full-loss-of-fee to gaze
from any know-ledge desired
stans sand
Sky of cyan blue
Meeting with the cobalt grey
Of the ocean depths
Waves never lacking in strength
Lapping alongside of the boat
A peace and calming
Over the airy stillness
Is the real brilliance
Delightfulness in the sky
Measures equal in the sea
Russell Sivey
The Earth is hanging
Stars and planets along with
touching airy Sky
Varying tactics to deftest tongues,
I find it a futile taxing of tired lungs;
She hears finer tropes with disdain,
And loves lips that deal daring pain.
For fibs she sworn truths exchanged;
At once dazzled by such fiddly verbs
As paint fabled shades of gilded gold,
And cozy castles agleam in airy hubs.
When I say our love shall solidly dwell
Upon fidelity's firm bed of pure candor,
Smooth-tipped rivals juicier idioms tell
Of better treats and fairy Idylls grander.
To blur by guiles and gimmicks worse
Pledged long kiss on meadows green,
Feisty adversaries yet shameless vow
To garnish her with blues' fairest stars.
She in wind-chasing fantasies shuns
Her sincere love to fall for fizzy puns.
An Imagined Airy Paradise
Birds fly in the bright scarlet sky,
floating often on spreading wings.
Saddened earth below they happily defy,
on shining clouds gladly resting!
An image burns in an imaginative mind,
earth below seen so many other ways.
Such dreams inspire and serve to remind
heart's joy, love our life conveys!
What of this imagined airy paradise,
scenes that thrill so our hearts
That pleasure in dreams may suffice
despite time lost in waste carts!
Your ideas are fanciful, friendly, airy-fairy.
The five-year-old smiled; this pleased her. She clapped her hands.
So we will use them! She said joyfully.
Not this time, her mother told her, but soon. Maybe next time.
What about a book? The five-year-old asked. Could we make my
ideas into a book?
It would be a fantastic book! Her mother agreed. Let’s get started.
And they did, it was the best book!
And it meant the world to many people, as it was
on the altar, next to the guest book next week when
relatives and friends arrived to honor the family
that had been killed by a drunken driver on his way
to a liquor store.
Two angels, writing a book about two angels.
Airy-fairy for sure.
I have always been a bit wary
of Gary, Mary, Sherry and Larry
They each seem a little bit contrary
Fighting over blue, straw, or raspberry
I took this to Carrie, our head faerie
She thought my query was a tad bit airy
Looked it up in her faerie dictionary
Experts’ opinions appeared to vary
Enter an expert from a local dairy
his name was Smart Guy Mr. Perry
Sherry and I intended to someday marry
But count not agree on the right berry
Next, I consulted my wizard friend Hubert Harry
His preference is for a soft, dainty, pink raspberry
In the meantime. Sherry eloped with my cousin Terry
Now I have no use for them or Larry, Gary or Mary