Best Kite Poems
Kiss me, I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold you in my arms and spin
Festively playing in the clouds
Long lines of passion I can feel
Yearning against my string
Intermittingly fawning as you bow
Naked to the throb of wind
Garrulous like a lover moaninng
The scintillated light.
Etched upon the sweat shining
Silver shafts of ribs
Tensed in every fibre and nerve of being
...
I want to press my lips
Upon your cheeks, prettier than confetti paper
And let the golden sunlight drips
Chocolate of satisfaction on my tongue
Because I made a kite like this
Then to breathe your fragrance
Falling free
From every jasmine of your limb
Where the lissome bamboos hold firm
The quivering of my string
And when the wind exhausted
Make you loop and dip
Before suppliant eyes
To cash that boyhood zeal again
And run until you rise
Or shortening your leash
Bring you in
To closer dazzle my eyes
And let your string between my fingers fall
A ravished and splendid bride
I want to make you feel secure again
Your flying strained against my faith
Buoyed by the comfort of my love
For you the only joy that fills my eye
In the huff and blow of time
I want to lift you like the wind
And with you all my affections fly
To shout in glee from my little hill
Below unlettered clouds in pride
My kite alone to fly.
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to hover high
on the horizon where
the blue sky meets the land
and fly like a colored kite made
of dreams in the air carrying the scent
of the spring from the blooming garden I left
I would float like a bird and ride on the
flank of drifting cloud taking me
to the distant unknown sky
I would make my home
won’t return to
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I'd love to build a magical kite
Then find myself a steep hill,
Strap myself in, wait for a gust,
Oh just imagine the thrill.
Off I would soar, into the blue,
To mingle high with the clouds,
Free as a bird, no worries or cares,
Away from mind numbing crowds.
I'd fly high, over the briney
And glide like a lone albatross,
I'd steer towards the horizon,
Then over the ocean I'd cross.
In joyful abandon, up there in the sky
Soaring in rapturous mood,
But that I could, just for a day,
Be lost, in such blessed solitude.
Free
graceful
heavenly
In the air, not
Jailed
Kids
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Nature's circle
Old
29/03/2019
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Light Up The Page 4 Poetry Contest
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~~~Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite~~~
An all round performer was Mr William Kite
He trained and rode horses, but also walked the rope tight
He worked for Pablo Fanqué the Wells Circus owner in 1842
But his work gave inspiration for John Lennon to do.
Mr William Kite would never have dreamed.
That his skills as a performer would inspire a song theme
As he performed on his head, while balancing on a rope
A trumpet in his mouth, and he played a damn fine note.
When he was with John Sanger, who was equestrian minded
William appeared for a spectacular night, the poster has reminded
The celebrated horse called Zanthus was even there
With Mr William Kite to perform - boy what a pair
This poster impressed John Lennon so...
It inspired him to write about William and the show
Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite, the poster does show
Inspired quite a few lyrics as all Beatles fans will know.
What they may not know - but I am impressed
There is a man called David with whom I am blessed
He is the great great grandson of William by whom Lennon was inspired
But better than that David is my half brother it has so transpired.
The Beatles Album Cover is "Sergeant Peppers Lonely Heartclub" which potrays the poster of Mr Kite
A Kite by Weston Gregory
Gamed and played, swift to flight
a kite outbound disengaged from
gravity's might
A laughter of sort at least a smile
that by and by we can untangle
humanity's plight
By swish and swirl and crazy hoops
a kite lighten burden inspires hope on
journey not new
yet, ever changing when life's wind blew
until all's but distant sight, held by cords
and glue
Above horizon daunting for me and you
but, a cinch for a kite with faith inbrued
a chime to dance the rhythm which
nature taught true....
w. gregory
O Lord in hope I fly ,my heart, I cling
How high my kite
How thin the string
A kite is soaring through the air
I see your laughter, but I can't hear
except for something in the dark
that sparks a light from yesteryear
The reel unwinds, on fragile wings
No sound of wind, no sound of you
A spartan view upon the screen
that's faded, frail and sputtering
My throat is tight. You flew the kite...
The three of you, run down the hill
Your innocence, the timeless dance…
To watch you now, I feel the sun
A cherished piece from yesterday...
My throat is tight. You flew the kite
No whispered voice or word is said,
No measure of a favorite song
Just the silent movie, chattering
with bluebird sounds that tag along
in harmony with treasures, found..
You trampled grass one August day
and childhood quickly swept away
into the world, just like the kite
You soared so high, that I've lost sight
My throat is tight.... You flew the kite
A summer breeze has stirred your hair
Your smiles, carefree, are unaware
that childhood is a fleeting game
that takes you far away
The sun is like a tangerine
It blinds me from the serpentine
Your kite is lost to summer's sky
As I was standing by
I smiled and watched you fly the kite
And wonder where the years have gone
How fast you grew. Now, who are you?...
My throat is tight.... You flew the kite
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blue kite in the sky
so lost in the blue above
one side catches sun
1/21/2016
I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken
I know no rules
I know no direction
I know no boundaries
Singing with the breeze
Dancing with the storm and
Moving with the blow
All has become my fad now
A flibbertigibbet, I am
With the stars
With the clouds and
With the birds
Feel so light
Going high and high and high
I am a kite
Top at the height
With the thread broken!
Life the soaring kite
Worth only with the soft wind
Like a child it smiles.
Life holds and lets go
Like the kite in the strong wind
Feel the bliss to win.
Life runner in wind
of fields with ups and downs wind
stand still bitter smiles.
I must fly a kite
and lift it ever so high
And load all my cares on it.
The wind suddenly
Veers direction and down comes
My kite bringing back my cares.
She walks away.
Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through
if ever left unattended,
so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind.
Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly?
In answer, a quivering.
A wisp.
"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus.
She will be beautiful for me."
Wondrous.
The Kite
It was great fun at the Jersey Shore
flying our kite up high and away.
It is said, 'what goes up, must come down'
when laws of gravity have their way.
And so it did with a steep nose dive,
heading, it seemed, to the soft white sand.
But with a will of its own it chose
a cottage rooftop chimney to land.
Our kite went up, up high and away,
but only came down part way, that day.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsay
Judged: 03/07/2016
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Ocean Beach at the Jersey Shore, 2010. An electric company utility truck tried to take the kite down, but couldn't reach it with their bucket. Our kite was still there the next summer in 2011 but eventually was gone in 2012.
I am kaleidoscopic kite
soaring high~
'neath August sky
whilst children cheer
as I cuddle
cotton clouds
and glide deep down
myrtle mountains.
I soar ~
I flap ~
yet unafraid
for I am free
to enjoy summer's spree
in the comfort of your hands.
Hold my string
not so tight,
not so loose
and never let me go.
17 August 2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (23) ,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 8/17/2020
1st place
Entered for “ Personification Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger