Best Fly Poems
I hear the howling at the moon
as nightbirds then begin to croon
The cricket’s dance invades my ear
all creatures of the night I hear
So why then with this shrouded din
should I be in the mood I’m in
Perhaps I feel I dance alone
to claim no nightsong of my own
Yet when the morning dove arrives
to brighten all the mourning lives
And when the butterflies appear
the sounds of happiness I hear
The loneliness that once took hold
now banished, hearts to be consoled
The doves fly off and say goodbye
elated as we see them fly
Imagine I could fly
Spread wings and soar the sky
Up where the air is rare
Over storms and mountains high
Imagine I believed
The little voice inside of me
Had the faith of Heaven
And could shape my destiny
Imagine I could reach
Stars that twinkle in my eyes
Realize dreams I've wanted
Peacefully satisfied
Well imagine how happy
How happy it would be for us
To remove the obstacles
And place in GOD our trust
I imagine we would try
Spread our wings..... and soar the sky
We could Fly...
The one who doubts his own doubts
is like counting snowflakes in a snowstorm
Remember to thank for health and luck,
see everything in a slightly larger perspective
And speak the language of poetry fluently
We are all the same seed of life
Reason and dreams of lily of the valley
On a meadow ... a secret of unseen little surprise
... the sweetest mouse on earth
When the evening comes and everyone goes to rest
sleep well in your fluffy bed
Don't fear the wind
it will be as smooth as your breath
Under a sky full of stars
Tomorrow you can fly ... you're free
29.05.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day: 30/05/2019
There is a sacred place, beyond the deep blue skies
while living, we cannot go, and where birds cannot fly
a vast, mysterious realm, not meant for human eyes
where strong forces gather, waging war from on high.
A war for the hearts and the minds of our souls
by the enemy of God, that dark serpent of old
who lusts for men's lives, even though he well knows
that Christ's work is done and He sits on His Throne.
The prince of this world does not want us to see
that the power of God can transform you and me
living Word, that can change us within, Spirit breathed
like those birds soaring high, lifting hearts when we read.
There is a place far away, where birds cannot go
yet someday, the saints who believe Him will know
that great haven of heaven from Christ will be shown
a bright new tomorrow, where the river of life flows.
Written 2015
Imagine my surprise
she was from outer space
I never would have known
by looking at her face
She had that Rocket Body
with those oh so perfect curves
Her voice was mighty sweet
and she had exquisite toes
I wanted to make her happy
by listening to her needs
She said "come to my garden,
wont you plant those earthly seeds?
When she started to undress
all I could say was ooh la la
My friends said I'd be lucky
to become her kid’s pa pa
My zipper it was broken
In her hand it began to freeze
I really wanted to escape
but she had me on my knees
It’s true she had set her trap
my broke fly was just desert
Yes if she had opened it
I’m convinced it would have hurt
It seems my human nectar
would keep her skin elastic
As I gazed upon her face
I watched it crack like plastic
So I ran away screaming
from this ancient alien surprise
Thankfully I wasn’t crushed
With those lucious Venus thighs
For Anthony Slauzen's Ancient Alien Contest
Written January 6, 2018
Each day I live and wake to see
the scarlet sun that shines for me
and listen to a feathered song
inviting me to sing along
I know I’ll find just what I seek
though rain may come to kiss my cheek
for with each day, with every sigh
there comes another chance to fly
The bluest blues of azure seas
are calling me now to appease
to leave behind an angry man
and wing away, I know I can
With love and grace, I’ll find the way
as I then glide through twilight gray
and to the clouds, I say goodbye
here comes another chance to fly
I know
I know
You didn't mean to let me in
And you
Could have crushed me like a bug
Instead you caught me
Softly
Saved me
Trapped me
Ogled me through the glass
A while
Then sent me on my way
I'm free
But a little crushed just the same.
Date: 11,20,2017
Contest: Make me actually LOL
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
The act of falling
Isn’t hard.
Anyone can do it:
step off an edge,
be pushed, or jump.
The key is to
find the one
tumbling through
space and time,
at the exact same
rate as you;
grab on tightly,
and in grounding,
each spread an arm
and fly.
I felt ashamed today
I should have not spoken that way.
My love was annoyed and left.
I was surprised by all the dialogue bereft.
Worse the telephone ceased to work,
In anger, I threw down the phone with a jerk.
Saddened by my uncouth manner
Our love must remain a winner.
How to send her a message of sorrow?
I dared not wait for tomorrow.
A message I would send with haste,
No, no, not a moment to waste.
I wrote a note and stuck it to my dove.
With all the words that spelt love.
Fly, sweet white dove, fly to her home
No time to wander or to roam,
Straight to her loving arms, fly sweet bird
Let her message of love be heard.
Fly to me my love
on the wings of hopes and dreams
come and be my passion
a lover's symphony
Be my guiding star light
show me all of nature's best
come and be my pillow
where my weary head can rest
Take my hand and walk with me
on life's ever winding road
keep me safe and steady
hold me in our home
Let's sleep beside the moon tonight
camp inside the corners of my heart
be my one and only
my desire, my love, my start
Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against the earth.
When do I fall?
I should be enjoying the ride.
I’ve always been afraid to fly…
afraid of what’s below and all the spaces between –
maybe afraid of me.
How old will I be when the spinning stops?
I’m getting dizzy, feeling faint…
Minute by minute, I count down – 10, 9, 8…
I’m surely not alone!
Words ground me…yes, I’ll write a poem.
Every letter’s like a hum in my head –
notes in a never ending song.
I’ll write a poem for you and only you.
A poem you’ll never read
because you think you know me.
You think you know my song.
Perhaps, if you took the time to really read,
you’d find a little piece of me…carry it in your pocket
like a treasure to behold.
I’m spinning out of control…you don’t know, you don’t see.
Only God knows why…help me God enjoy the ride.
Little houses deep asleep
In beds with down pillows
people are
in wooden miniature houses
dogs are
on couches cats are
(not in their dedicated sleeping
places no they don't)
I sleep in far away places
in cold beds no duvet
fingers clamped in soil
Return to me what was taken
for granted, this home
all that was stolen, return
Return to me flowers
with butterflies and bees
and honey sunlight poems
From little houses fast asleep
birds fly
spread their wings
and lift on wind
fill the sky
a dark cloud
for blind eyes
sombre screams
to deaf ears
So many words
misunderstood
***
July 27, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
They need to man up and
deal with their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help them since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 4, 2018 to contest YOUR BEST POEM IN THE LAST YEAR sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
November 17, 2017 Poem of the Day
Come fly to me
over the highest mountains
above the far side of the sea
Across the miles,the moons and tides
Come taste the honey drops from frosted manna
which falls like gentle dew of paradise
Come fly to me
Maybe just one moment in a lifetime
I see the starshine in your eyes
I need to cause your heart to want me
to ride my vacant nights ,
I need to cause your arms to hold me
To reach the melting glaciers of my northern heights
Come fly to me
across the vast blue oceans
up high among the trade winds
past my mighty Lady Liberty
Come bask in my glory
where the land is rich and free
Come sip my wondrous waters
bathe in my babbling brooks
walk amongst my ancestors
explore this land with me
Come fly to me
My heart will be undaunted
when your eyes stare into mine
I need your soul to take me
to the depths of your unknown
I need your arms to hold me
as my dreams become your own
I will miss your
presence, in
this poetic
community!
Your pen was
one of a kind.
Everything you
wrote had your
poetic flare
in it, through
and through.
You had a
magnetic
personality.
It shined on
Soupville Lane
bold and bright!
You had a great
sense of humor
as well, I referred
to you as one of
the soup
comedians.
You made fellow
soupers feel like
family.
I will truly miss you,
RIP, go get your
new wings and
Fly on my brother
fly on!
* Dedication To The WW ( Winged Warrior)
Alexis Y.
11/09/2020