Home » Poems » Best » Go Fly A Kite

Best Go Fly A Kite Poems | Poetry

Below are the all-time best Go Fly A Kite poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of go fly a kite poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Go Fly A Kite poems, articles about Go Fly A Kite poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Go Fly A Kite poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

The Best Go Fly A Kite Poems

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Somewhat Twisted Thoughts of the Day

If love is a game I need a referee
If sex is a game I want instant re-play
I played the game of life but fouled out
Life stinks (Forgot to take a shower his morning)
Just my luck, life was but a dream and my alarm went off

Does a bear sh-t in the woods? (Don't think Polar Bears do)
When pigs fly, my windshield's in BIG trouble
The egg came before the chicken but some fool sat on it
I want to fly like an eagle but I have a fear of heights
NEVER venture outdoors when it's raining cats and dogs
Maggots began the tradition of getting married in June

She told me to go fly a kite but the take-off was rather chaotic
Two neighbors gossiped over an electric fence and were shocked at the news
If you need someone to lean on make sure they don't have Vertigo
A new cemetery employee is often assigned to the graveyard shift
A harried and harassed mother accidentally threw the bath water out with the baby
Due to inflation, every time it rains it rains, quarters from heaven
I took the money and ran but ran into an old friend...

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

No Chance of Rain Weather Forecast

Sunny and clear with no chance of rain,
That's what the weatherman said.
Warm and breezy, a perfect day,
To get up and get out of bed.

Why stay inside on such a glorious day?
Think I'll take a walk, get some fresh air.
Better yet I'll go fly a kite or ride a bike,
Grab a friend and a picnic to share.

Uh oh! What's this? Are those clouds I see?
They don't look very friendly at all.
"What happened to no chance of rain", 
I ask as the drops begin to fall.

In an instant my bright sunny day,
Turned into an angry downpour.
My plans were all ruined, putting me in a funk.
Now, I guess I'll stay in and do chores.

9/23/12
For Joy Wellington's "Weather Forecast" contest

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Beary Tales Episodes 25-33, Poet's Notes

Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There are new GEMS, improvements to previous verses and improved footnotes as well! Trust me!

25. My Lovely Tree Fort
God save my tree fort that’S high up in our elm,
There'S board seat on tree "Y" thirty feet above ground,
One IS high above roofs when he climbs to this realm,
And a foe'S in for trouble, who dares come around.

There'S crate full of clods (grader tore from dirt street), (11)
Smiling Bear high in tree IS quite hard to get down,
Distant ammo supply IS a cinch to defeat,
Throwing up'S sign you're ill, bombers all win a crown!

26. Castles in Spain
Mom's love IS a "castle" we build in backyard,
All our building material'S trash from Dad's store.
Large appliance crates saved; what IS left to discard?
After doors, windows cut, there'S playhouse to explore.

Each panel'S wood framed, so they're easy to craft,
There IS doghouse for Tippy; Bear gets private door,
Our sloped ceiling? It’S rainproofed, has vents front and aft,
And the brick laid in patio now IS our floor.

27. Go Fly A Kite!
What heart of a child IS not thrilled by a kite?
You feel part of YOU’S flying with feet on the ground!
The design ISn’t crucial, small bears get it right,
Bear Twin’s kite ISn’t great, but rag tail makes it sound!

Where’S kite that plays music? Now that would be treat!
Perhaps sound that’S a summons to ‘BATMAN’ (not light)! (12)
Bear could signal his friends, say there’S dance in the street,
(Where the music of party IS “Bear Twins” new kite.)

28. The Fourth of July
Why IS it explosions make most males see stars?
‘July Fourth’ IS so “cool” to Boy; Bear thinks it'S “hot!”
Folger’s can (13) IS in air seeking passage to Mars,
Lucky ant den'S a blast in our neighbor's back lot.

Bear watches from sidelines; he'S shy to get hurt,
Though he'd like longer legs so that speed IS a choice,
He’S excited when Cherry Bombs fill air with dirt,
But he'S sweetest on Sparklers that make kids rejoice.

29. 'Boiling Springs'
A State Park near home’S a place Bear loves to go,
There’S small pool that'S enclosed, a spring surges on whim,
Sand IS white at pool's bottom and boils with the flow,
Water feeds a small stream to a lake where kids swim.

There'S "Blue Belly" lizard to spur youthful hearts,
Rifle range cliff IS kid's dig for bullets galore,
It'S such fun to leap off, land and roll where sand starts,
Deer and turkeys "must see," this trip'S never a bore

30. "Act Your Age!"
It'S what people say, "Adult must act adult!"
One IS tempted to smile and say, "Boy, that'S a laugh!"
But if opposite'S asked and youth’S under assault,
IS the parent forgiving, or not see his gaffe?

The fact someone speaks ISn't proof that one’s heard,
The bear twins need critique, but abuse still IS fact,
It'S too easy for big folk to say youth’S absurd,
Though adult'S unaware, he provokes the child's act.

31. Firefly Magic
Spring's firefly’S ecstatic celestial bard,
For its passionate pulse IS a troubadour’s song,
And Bear Johnston IS floored by the stars in our yard,
It seems light flash IS whisper akin to birdsong. (2-6)

It’S Grandma’s idea, “Let’s catch some in jar!”,
One’S to catch them; one holds them (my, how numbers grew),
For us 'having' IS better than 'catching,' by far,
And to sleep with night sky under bed sheets IS new.

32. Putting Out the Trash (After Dark)
To put out the trash after sun's light IS gone:
Total darkness beneath elm when foliage IS full!
So I whistle a tune, IS life's lease overdrawn?
It'S "BLACK OP" through our backyard, and that IS no bull!

Bear'S left in the house for the bag needs two hands,
But my plan'S not to hurry; afraid to show fright!
IS the end of my tune, ‘FLARE’ (14) that Mom understands?
Lead-pipe cinch no boy'S free of things "bumping" at night.

33. Bear's Song
“I think I'm a bear who'S especially blessed,
For I woke up one day - THERE'S THIS BOY in my life!
It'S for sure, don't deserve him, and this truth confessed,
Nor can tell you his ‘presence’ means life'S free of strife.”

“If ‘GOD’ IS ‘provision for life’ He exists,
While our actions may fail us, HE'S THERE! That's my song,
Though man tries to say meaning IS what he resists,
You can take this to Bank! There'S a place YOU belong!”

Poet's Notes:
(2-6) Firefly Lights – The light flashed by a firefly is a special signal used to attract a mate. So it is like the firefly is singing to his girlfriend, but the "voice" that the Firefly uses to speak to her is not sound but a flashing light.
(11) A dirt grader is a big noisy machine that is used to make a dirt street smooth again after it rains, or a road becomes rough for example.
(12) In the Batman comic books of my childhood, the police would shine a “BAT” symbol on the clouds above to signal ‘BATMAN’ that his help was needed. But what if the sun is shining or if there are no clouds. Do the criminals go free? It would be much better for the Batman Signal to be a sound that only Batman could hear!
(13) Folger’s "Coffee Can" – A Folger's "Coffee Can" was the gold standard for measuring the power of a firecracker when I was a child. You put the firecracker you want to test on the ground, light it, put the coffee can on top of it, and then RUN! The more powerful the firecracker, the higher in the air the can will go!
(14) This verse is an actual memory. Though I was afraid of the dark in my sizeable backyard, I comforted myself with the fantasy that if I whistled all the way to the garbage can and back, there was at least a chance that Mom might rescue me if something grabbed me and the whistling stopped! No more sound would be like a warning “FLARE” to tell her I was in trouble.

Poem Continues in Part V, Episoodes 34-37

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

The Core

Another take-off, another landing,
Sleep can just wait.
Resting is for wimps, 
we live for the rush, which adrenalin will always bring.

Then one day, out of the blue,
It hits you – a reminder
Of who and what we really are.

You fall to the floor,
Those around you are aghast,
The Core has reminded you that,
You are not indestructible after all.

The first time it happens,
You just play through it and carry on.
The second time, you blame those around you,
for the pressure of their endless demands.

One day you stand,
On the edge of the precipice,
Looking at the scars from those late nights,
the parties, fast food and flights.

The Core has cried out,
For love, care and attention,
Act now, or waste all that you have achieved.

Nurture your Core,
Go fly a kite,
Dance with the breeze,
In harmony with Nature, to be as one.

Make it move with the trees
Swoop with the swallows
Rise up aloft, like a child set free.

Take care of your Core
Replenish it and listen
You are your Core
Your spirit, your life.

Your Core drives all that is inside you,
A gentle mother to support you,
Your heart, your empathy
and your inner most dreams.

It’s your creativity, your awareness,
Enabling you to listen, to learn 
and when is the right time to speak.

Feed it with sensations,
Like the warm sun on your face
Let it find its natural rhythm, 
Feeling the wind across your brow

Then bring it back to earth, 
Sense the sand between your toes
Let it be replenished 
with the blood rushing through your veins.

We are not invincible
We are weak cells of just flesh and blood
We are nature’s child
A simple creature amongst all.

Go fly that kite,
Embrace life and celebrate living,
But do it now, don’t wait for those warnings,
As it’s never too late to start, but the end is the end.

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Nagasaki

There is strength there is power. “Mommy, look at this lovely flower!”
There is war and there is strife. “C’mon lets go fly a kite!”
There is guns and there is knives. “Look at my kite rise and rise!” There are warlords there are tyrants. “Hey Jo, can you hold the call on those Clients?” There are Officers and there are sergeants. “This silver is of the finest argent!” There is my skin, burnt ashy and gray. “But daddy, Are you coming home to stay?”

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

exactalacaly

why do they call it a sneeze
when it's clearly achoo
or call you a nut 
when you have a loose screw
they say do not speak
unless spoken to
i sometimes don't
but most often do

why does a mosquito buzz
when it comes in for a bite
why does light always rhyme
with the darkness of night
if they've had enough
they say go fly a kite
why is the cut off for cats
stop at nine lives

why if the world spins so fast
we don't all fly off
why does the doctor go there
then asks you to cough
why does your age mostly show
to those but not you
why is the grass green 
why is the sky blue

are the sun and the moon
the best of good friends
do they stay up late nights
after we've long gone to bed
and who's in charge of the sugar plums
that dance in my head
that have gone to my hips
that are making me fat

just a few things
i ponder in life
the over and under
the may and just might
the good and the bad
the wrong and the write
the wondrous blunders 
as I plunder through life

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Go Fly A Kite

Once there was a young boy
He sat on the floor playing with his toys
How sad he looked in his eyes
There was nil that could relieve his sigh.

Then his eyes caught the attention of a kite
It was a grand kite and just waiting for flight
Red and blue colors favored all and its tale
How wonderful it would be to take it for a sail?

The boy got up and looked out the windowpane
He saw a scenic landscape decorated the outer pane
It was a play world waiting for kite flying that day
So the boy grabbed his colorful kite and went on his way.

Now all his kite needed was a gust of wind to take to the air
He took the string and ran swiftly forth with no care
The kite soared up in to the sky like a theatrical display
A smile painted the lads face as he continued to play.

Hours passed by as he enjoyed watching his kite
It danced around the sky like a bird soaring in flight
Then a sudden lack of wind caused his kite to sail low
So the lad ran as fast as he could so his kite couldn’t slow.

One more time the lovely kite climbed up into the sky
The wind speed swished it back and forth to fly
How, the boy never wanted to see the sight come to end
Alas, all came to a stop at the corners bend.

Slowly the breeze died and the kite fell to the ground
The boy just stood and sighed without any sound
Sadly it was time to lay the grand kite to rest for today
He was tired and had no more energy left to play.

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

KITE FLIGHT

KITE      FLIGHT


Kite flying over the river
Lofty floating yellow girl
With fluttering sail a-quiver
And her tail in a fleeting  swirl


Her paper lungs with air she’d inflate
And flitter  near the clouds with ease
Sometimes flirty, and rising taut
Then flying flat, riding the steady breeze


Flattering it with her beauty flaunted 
Seeming to flit in and out of the sunlight 
She flouted the ground, scorned it, taunted -
Oh,  it was a glorious flight !

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 

Entered in   Gwendolen Rix's  Contest   Lets Go Fly A Kite !

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .
Without any doubt or hesitation, I am pleased to say that  
the most helpful and influential poet on the Soup  for me   
has been, and continues to be,  Debbie Guzzi...Thanks again Debs !

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Freeloader

Go fly a kite
Take a hike
Get off my track
And don't come back
I'm moving on to a better place
I don't want you polluting my space
You thought your lying was so funny
All the time you were spending my money
You think you're God's gift to women
If you were a fruit, you'd be a lemon
Actually, a lemon is sweeter than you
So, FREELOADER here's what you do
Go fly a kite
Take a hike
Get off my track
And don't come back!!!

Details | Go Fly A Kite Poem |

Meeting You

I saw a small photograph of you
Being intrigued I wanted to write
What would I say what would I do
To make this appealing without any hype 

What can I offer, will you think “who”?
And say out loud “go fly a kite” 
I have to think hard, this is all new
I have to be cleaver with all my might?

I’ll introduce myself…without further ado? 
Where is that bright bulb of light?
I’m nervous, my lips are turning blue
Something is happening did something ignite?

I could always take her out for a brew
I see it; I see it to my delight
Just be myself and I’ll pull through
Be clever, honest and polite

Don’t say things that aren’t true
I can't breath my face is white
Be sincere through and through
Hopefully she won’t think I’m a fright
And let me take her out for that brew.

Best Go Fly A Kite Poems | Poetry

The Best Go Fly A Kite Poems

Somewhat Twisted Thoughts of the Day

Go Fly A Kite

Get It Flying

Wind Sock Kite-Mare

Writer's block Go Fly a Kite

Unquotable quotes - V

Go Fly A Kite

Kites Flight

No Chance of Rain Weather Forecast

Go Fly a Kite

BE YE PERFECT, EVEN AS I AM

Bull's eye

I'll Be Waiting

Like a Kite

My Kite Flies High

Let's All Fly A Drone

Beary Tales Episodes 25-33, Poet's Notes

Spring holiday fever

The Core

Nagasaki

exactalacaly

Go Fly A Kite

KITE FLIGHT

Freeloader

Meeting You