Best Runway Poems

They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy!...

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it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as...

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I arrived at the airport, along with my wife
For two whole weeks we'll live the good life
We're flying out today for a break in Italy
The...

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September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags 
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore  ...

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At New Yorks laGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the...

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In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, 
The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me 
To your open...

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We arrived at the airport quite late
My passport was months out of date
My husband was snappy
The baby filled its nappy
I just stood there and got...

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you runway the other day
your love here to stay
you are still my world
DADDY
LITTLE GIRLS...

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Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on...

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 Quieter than usual I stand alone in my verandah
looking over a lamp-lit street-bench.

Across the ocean      a plane lands...

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Where will the circus fall, 
leaving giraffes homeless,
as pitched tents get pitched
and sideshow freaks 
become the norm,
guessing someone’s weight
who doesn’t care

When the sun sets
tablecloth desires
on...

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How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask,...

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Lemonade drips on her cracked freckled lips,
I was studying the way that she speaks,
Her tone got rough, like she's had enough,
she was tired of amusing...

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Burned out dreams 

Lights strung above this out of place darkness
create shadows of an invisible existence

Filaments of glowing hopes and wants
droop towards empty heart beats

I...

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As the sun shone in southern skies, I was finally on my vacation,
And I turned the pages of a magazine, with new fashion creations.

I lounged...

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