Best Song Leaving Poems
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.
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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.
She waves from the window of her plane
My sweet songbird takes her last flight
She will not come back to me again
My nightingale flies to the Light
Song: 'Leaving on a Jet Plane'
Dedicated to the late Mary Travers
Written: January 07, 2005, Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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The boy of Roswell grazed at the skies wide.
discovered his real north, by the mountainside.
An ambrosial, vibrant voice rang out as sunlight.
a shepherding glow of his guitar is so bright.
He was singing of eagles soaring free.
In a rowan of aspen and pine trees.
The sweeping curves of rural roads.
There, everlastingly, burn spurring goads.
A yearning request, "Take Me Home."
The untamed and joyful grassy loams.
Art was portrayed in each song.
Nature's musicality is factoid, rich, and strong.
As sung in "Annie's Song," orphic love divine.
A quiet vow, people may feel pride in their whine.
The song "Leaving on a Jet Plane" yields sighs.
The heavens bid a sad farewell to the skies.
His aesthetic voice, enchanting sound, clear and warm,
A flowering tented oasis amid life's storm.
One lesson he imparted was to look within.
We must seek tranquility, where life can win.
The planet was clutched in his palm.
A gentle spirit, in every corner, brings balm.
While the body is dead, the soul can still fly.
Among the peaks, straining for the stars, so high.
When the breeze rustles the grazing land.
His gentle melody is still shifting, as the sand.
A reminder of the grace and harmony of nature.
Here on this spot, John Denver cheerful spirit lingers.
Emotionally you left long long ago
"Already I'm so lonesome, I could die"
Why not just leave so you're wild oats can sow
I'll wait 'til a good time to say goodbye
"Now the dawn is breakin', its early morn"
And to the porch drawn to contemplate life
There in His tender embrace be reborn
He'll let me understand my role as wife
And hold me like He'll never let me go
Spirit filled, cup running over, renewed
Ready my life to give a golden glow
From all those years of love that has accrued
"Now the dawn is breakin', its early morn"
Realization_no need to be lovelorn
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Songs to Poetry
Song: "Leaving On A Jet Plane"
We all feel like leaving from time to time or have to leave from time to time..Sometimes in a marriage our mate checks out but they are still there..
Not about me just some thoughts..
Loss is love leaving lavender lips dry
As a sunless sky and moonless night
As bothered as babe who’s red eyes cry
And hollow as a jilted wilted barren bride
You took love depriving my muse oxygen
Weeping she waits for it to breathe again
Cranberry kisses are no longer a dream
No imaginary white wedding dress esteem
Nothing borrowed not even the blues
Only sorrow came when love left clues
What are they you know them southern bell
Dreamed of hoped for by white wishing well
No Prince Charming tall dark and alarming
Feeding fantasy with rainbows when storming
Love is gone and perhaps reality laughs
At rosy love song leaving aftermath black
No longer painting days nor walking with sway
Loveless life is one of strife
Feeling some kind of way
If ever I knew how, I never know when
Shall I know when, I never knew how
Expectancy reached yet never to expand
Have I not began then, might I begin now?
If you knew... Life wouldn't be so
It's expected to be unexpected in every aspect
Yet i do wonder if ever we did grow?
Where every a thing might simply wither and lack?
Every new to replace every old
Every phase without a pace
Every experience infiltrated and sold
Every one dream forever endless to chase
Moving along, sailing pass time
Helplessly watching everything hopefully
Singing a song, leaving all else behind
Where everything leaves but a tuneful melody
If I never knew how, I'll know when
Perhaps I can begin ever again now
Destination reached to watch it expand
When now I know, I might just know how
If ever I knew how, I never know when
Shall I know when, I never knew how
Expectancy reached yet never to expand
Have I not began then, might I begin now?
If you knew... life wouldn't be so
It's expected to be unexpected in every aspect
Yet I do wonder if ever we did grow?
Where every a thing might simply wither and lack?
Every new to replace every old
Every phase without a pace
Every experience infiltrated and sold
Every one dream forever endless to chase
Moving along, sailing pass time
Helplessly watching everything hopefully
Singing a song, leaving all else behind
Where everything leaves but a tuneful melody
If I never knew how, I'll know when
Perhaps I can begin ever again now
Destination reached to watch it expand
When now I know, I might just know how
the sun's risen from the east,
my eyes are filled with sleep
as I crawl out from the bed
clumsily with a heavy head,
I'm leaving on Flight 112.
the folks gather by the door,
my suitcase is on the floor,
I have got to pack my things,
there is no time left to waste,
I'm leaving on Flight 112.
and now it is eleven fifty five,
the time has finally arrived,
a voice on the mike's calling,
"everybody, please check in,
your Flight 112 is waiting."
the engines are all starting,
I am having a shaky feeling,
the plane is slowly moving,
I hear a young lady saying,
"welcome aboard Flight 112."
goodbye to the home I love,
goodbye to all that's familiar,
the sweet girl I leave behind,
here I come, city of strangers,
I'm coming on Flight 112.
I want to drive my car
3 hours of tunes taking me far
I want to get away
And let my music play
I don't care for anything scenic
Just being in the moment and meaning it
A 3 hour playlist playing away
Oh how that would be a lovely day
Dogs in the back, enjoying it too
Music soothing to get me through
Doesn't matter where the road leads
All that matters is the music and me
Iv been so lost this last month
My mental health has been in a slump
Music usually my most faithful friend
Hasn't helped this time, I'm at the end
But driving down some country lanes
Music blaring to keep me sane
That would be a wonderful day
It would be sure to take the pain away
A 3 hour playlist I have in mind
Every song leaving the pain behind
Doesn't matter if its rain or shine
A 3 hour playlist that is all mine
Enough talk now of voices and visions
It's just the music I need to make my decisions
Driving my car to the end of the road
A 3 hour playlist to take me home
I want to feel as free as the road
I want to feel normal and take what I'm owed
A 3 hour playlist to help me feel sane
A 3 hour playlist to make me human again
Whether or not I do it, Time will tell
Iv got no soul left to sell
Depression and mania have bled me dry
All I want is to get in the car and drive
A 3 hour playlist to make the wrongs right
A 3 hour playlist to help me sleep tonight
A 3 hour playlist to make me whole
A 3 hour playlist to take me home
I want to drive in my car
I don't know if I'll get very far
A 3 hour playlist my only friend
A 3 hour playlist with me until the end