Best Contrails Poems

The contrails scar the morning sky
like cicatrix’s on a slaves back.
I sit and watch them multiply:
white insidious, noxious tracks
that linger long among the clouds
spreading lethal...

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abandoned orchard
pink buds adorn weathered branch
contrails across sky

   
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Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.

An informal...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire...

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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...

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Distant Rumblings

Distant rumblings
tug at my permanence.
Muffled metal
click-clack
of worn track,
soft metronome
of travel.
Iced roar
crystal contrails
plotting a course
through the heavens.
Far away hum -
rubber kissing
asphalt avenues
of escape.
Distant rumblings
tug at...

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Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in...

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Above Open Fields,
Contrails Scratch The Colored Sky;
Mountains And Trees Sleep....

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Early spring, fire and ice meld,
sculpting winter into art.
And as shorter days lengthen
snowmen gain a crystal heart.

Nature dapples the landscape
with patches of green and white.
And...

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The cloudless sky scarred with contrails
Like cicatrices on a slaves
Backside from numerous lashings.
Back and forth, this way and that way
Flying bombs travel overhead
Leaving in their...

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Life’s Buses Never Run on Time


Life’s buses never run on time
so I wait, in stoic supplication,
for a god who has no schedule.
Coincidence decides the crossing
of...

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#1
planetary caution
shards of ice slow river’s flow -
wet dreams in winter

#2 
pieces float seaward
season’s broken spirit weeps –
humpty dumpty earth

#3
glaciers slide downhill
seasonal creep advancing -
uncertain...

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beads of dew abound
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Jet Lag
By Franklin Price
12/11/2016

Above the distant mountain tops
Blue skies, contrails of white
Clouds made at thirty thousand feet
By jet planes in their flight

A myriad of vapors...

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in the story's beginning,
there's comfort, there's love,
bright smiles, bright eyes,
mother's mantel above,

with new looking awe,
small noises, small hands,
shining faces on porch swings,
bedtime fantasy lands,

as time...

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