Best Spitfire Poems

SPITFIRE

The heart beats at the beauty of 
The silent elegant beast
Getting close on the morning dew
Ready for this flying feast
Pulling the blade just once or twice
Rolls Royce chucks smoke of blue
The heartbeat of this grand old bird
Will always run true

With awesome grace she lifts her...

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Glide on the wing then bank to the left

Dive with the wind then bank to the right

Soar on the cloud and feel the sky

So many unanswered questions why?

See the enemy's cloud and turn to fight

Picture that love you had in the corner of your eye

Adrenaline...

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Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee, 
Today he blesses me and 
Whispers my chosen name.

Spitfire. 

Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Flame.
Today I am the world, its contents...

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A Ring a Ring of Uncertainty 
A pocket full of Poppies 
And love letter good luck charm's 
A Spitfire thrust full throttle 
War chariot for a single brave owner 
History classes will muse about
With only Bravado and comradeship to battle
The skies fall down
Like propeller blades...

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For Spitfire, the Wolf

The pack breathes forth
crystal- mists, 
ghosting the landscape 
like wraiths leaving the abyss.
In sarcophogy-effigyy.
A Eulogy in cacophony 
Serving their own.Stead.
 Fates in cognition. 
Roundtable and Moordread.
Satelliting their own volition.
By the knight in their eyes like moons.
Marauders by their own admission.
They howl the...

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Florida spitfire
Sunshine in a warm blue sky 
Shorts in November....

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A whirlwind
A force to be reackoned with
A twirly whirly gig-o-ma-jig.
She has so much to show for her efforts.
It is fun to watch her in action.
I see things happening, and I laugh
Knowing she is the cause for a lot of it.
She’s a spitfire, someone says.
I nod.
She’s...

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They were young starry-eyed, yet too soon so many had to die.
Brave to a fault with wanderlust of youth, no challenge spurned however seemingly uncouth.
In azure blue skies with only clouds as friends, they sought their prey through war's myopic lens.
No quarter given and none...

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