Best Plane Poems
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
I toss about in tangled sheets all night.
And fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death,
till you cast me aside: alone and scared.
And left little incentive to draw breath,
what hurt the most was that I thought you cared.
Each night, I scribble down my hurt and pain,
inscribing how love devastated me.
And fold that page into a paper plane;
wanting the winds of fate to set me free.
And await a breeze to launch my letter:
hoping once it takes flight, I'll sleep better.
Looking down undulating mountains with
Their highs and dips,
Reminding me of your long neck, your breasts,
Your thighs and hips,
Your miraculous face, running my finger down
Your brow, your nose and lips,
Your soft sensuous arms, your hands and your
Sensitive finger tips.
I’m brought back to reality by the roll and fall,
The roaring fire,
On the engine outside the window of the plane,
Black smoke rises higher,
Emergency lights come on, put on safety belts,
May day, the situation seems dire,
My mind goes to my love waiting for me, both
Of us, strong with desire.
Plunging down at an incredible speed, there are
No mountains, but ocean,
I swim in the warmth of your gentle hazel brown
Eyes, I’m overcome with emotion,
All I hear are screams and see people crying and
Praying, chaos, commotion,
We seem to be diving out of the sky, but I am not
Afraid, for all I feel is eternal devotion!
The right wing breaks away, and we thrust forward
Doing a complete flip,
I put my hand to my head, something feels wet, I’m
Bleeding, I lose my grip,
The pilot reels out of control we descend even faster,
Now, everyone silent but hear my seat rip,
I love you my darling, I’m so sorry you will feel such
Sorrow, I’m beginning to slip!
Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated
Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!
An overweight lady named Annie
Has got an absurdly large fanny
Since she boarded a plane
That is destined for Spain
She's wedged in the seat in Miami!
Thanks to Andrea for helping me with the meter for this one
Jan Allison
12th April 2016
Don’t cry
it’s time for me
to fly
New job
with Uncle Stan
and Rob
Home soon
I will return
in June
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04/03/21
Time is running out....
visitors have warned us,
we must realize a common vision-
the destroyer comet is near once more,
our future depends on peace and harmony,
the old ways of greed and war must end-
our inner spirits know the truth,
all must unite in this common goal-
artistic harmony, and the pursuit of peace
and love will bring the strength needed,
when the time comes for us to join
advanced civilizations in the universe-
our current systems of greed, corruption
and destruction will not be tolerated among
cultures far more advanced than ours-
if we are to survive, the spiritual qualities
earth visitors most admire in us, must be
realized-
each of us must vow to live.... in a plane
of higher consciousness-
will you make that vow with me?
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Paper planes spoon food trains
Red shoes blue jeans jacket hat
Pedophile traps
"Though her visuals, depths and span have been prominent in my life's story, I am sure the Atlantic sea has never thought of me." ... CayCay Godwin
I was in the oven when I first crossed
over that vast ocean sky high above
her on a plane to Germany where I was born.
At age three a ship upon the Atlantic sea
sailed me to America, my home country which
was foreign land to me. At age
thirteen I was lent a dream, a sponsor
paid my way on a tour for chaperoned teens of
four European countries. Flying at that age,
I finally, truly saw the sea's awe.
In Amsterdam mist I was first kissed, a feel so
robust a romance mostly by
mail prevailed for a decade plus.
After high school, I pooled goodbye tears when,
again, my dad was sent to Germany
and with my sis and mom went overseas.
I flew across the Atlantic and back three times
for Christmas love, hugs and kisses.
From Cape Cod to the Keys, I have played in her waves.
My life told includes the Atlantic's role.
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
smiling sun.
Gliding-nature's
handiwork.
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
This man-made
handiwork,dismember's
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
lives.
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
When sunset ushers a sky violet blue
At the first star’s light, my thoughts are of you.
And when I gaze into the moonlit sea;
Lights dancing on water, you are with me.
When a lovely flower bends to the breeze
I picture your face, so eager to please.
As I fly away to a distant land
You dwell in my heart; I’m at your command.
I love your deep voice and things that you say,
And ways you miss me when I am away.
I don’t want to extinguish this fire,
Though it consumes my mind with desire.
I long for the moment we’ll reunite
And I'll share your kisses throughout the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4hsC0nRvZM
Song: Leaving on a Jet Plane
This poem relates to the song perfectly because I was always leaving on a jet plane
as a stewardess for 34 years. I met my husband on one of my flights in December
of 1979. We were married In December 1981 and the most difficult part of our
marriage was me being away 4 days at a time while flying down under to Sydney,
or Auckland, or 3 day trips to Japan. My thoughts were always with my husband and
children.
Paper airplane flies
Landing in fortunate place
Summer winds of change
A Plane Tragedy
Today on July 17th of 2014 Tragedy has happened.
A plane with 298 passengers went down. It was shot
by a Missal 25 miles from Russia.
It was a big tragedy that no one will forget. The
passengers never knew what hit them, but their
destinations They would never reach. They didn't
even have time to put themselves in good with the
Lord.
The people that died this day are already in heaven.
There they will find the peace and glory - that could
not be found here on Earth. The ones that committed
the crime, won't ever be free. They will have to run
and hide.
Someone said today- we are able to put a man on the
Moon, but we have not been able to_____ what? I say
we have not been able to get rid of Hate. It is sad, but
it's the truth. We don't need others to destroy us. We
destroy ourselves...
07/18/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: May they all rest in peace.
Oh the wondrous glow of an English Rose
seductive she glides along foreign skies,
words that are spoken in this tongue she chose
whence where she will dwell amidst sunlit sighs.
But what of the love she doth leave behind
subdued in the humus of his desire,
a stringent veil of secrecy so blind
creates a fabric entity of fire.
The candle burns low his autumn of life
when stood at the gate of fearful goodbyes,
upon a tropical romance so rife
chance an English fragrance with Spanish eyes.
Still through woeful tears he scans a Jet plane
waits thereof her return to ease his pain....
© Harry J Horsman 2013
They left with happy faces
They were people from
different places
They boarded with their cases
Packed them into their spaces
The beautiful MH370 took off
Like the ball in golf
Just like a playoff
That i will be a tragedy they
never thought of
There last words were "alright
good night"
Everything seemed alright
We thought it would be a
normal flight
That we would hear of its
arrival during the morning light
Indeed you never know
The last time you will
se someone and again say hello
But that was a painfull way to
go
What a hard unforgettable blow
Tears brimmed our eyes
Hoping they were just lies
Waited for updates from sunset
to sunrise
And the World was loud,louder
of cries
Hijacking,sabotage were the
consideres posibbilities
The mental health of the pilots
were the liabilities
Terrorism the act of hostility
Not knowing the reality
Our hearts felt like they were
wrapped in a blanket of nails
Pain erupted from each side of
the body for no details
Like a farmer who always fails
Hoping the end will be like the
fairytales
It was still the missing plane
To find it know one knew when
Like a flower the feeling
blossomed of pain
We just hoped to see the loved
ones again
Our hope was then flushed
By the heartbreaking news with
pain we felt stuffed
When we heard some even
collapsed
That in the indian ocean it
crushed
BY ME. :)