Best Wing Poems

Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?" 
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".

His family...

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The crocus first peers from beneath cold earth
Finding warm air and sunshine o’er the snow
Magnificent colors paint hearts with mirth
As in full swing lovers’ great passions grow

Most women associate love with spring
Though young men’s thoughts turn to baseball diamonds
While children fly kites that take gentle...

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Sitting alone again, wondering if you're okay.
being alone, i remembered how i wanted you to stay.
looking for something I can hold on to.
It's the pillow that reminds me of you.

Every time the clock ticks,
I would always find a way to entertain myself &
hoping i can...

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Self-pity became my days in so 
        many messed up ways,
if only the bottle in my right hand didn’t stay.

I knew I hit rock bottom-
I knew I was reaching near death-
I knew no time could save me, 
...

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My dearest friend, i truly hope these words of council find you well
Word has come upon my ear that you are in much need of a warm speech
Means find me not suited to come exchange words personally, yet my soul is with you
Yes many moons...

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With broken wing, he cannot fly
There in the gray, December sky,
And therefore he is bound to die
Upon the cold, cold ground.

With broken wing, his dream is gone,
Of flying where his mate has flown,
And so he's left there, all alone,
With no hope to be found.

A lonely...

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His instructor said he must wear tights
Most essential in these sorts of flights
Fred said take them away
Folks would think I was gay
The truth is that Fred’s scared of heights


Fred fibbed that he’d been a wing walker
A falsehood, this sure was a corker 
His relations soon...

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We are free to suffer separation-
ships barely touching on each other's wake tonight.
We are free to sip up reconciliation-
wings of Siamese twins upon the edge of flight.

Not a one can tell us different.
Not a one can sooth or soothe
We are free in will's determination
possibilities to...

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This is the time of year
I miss being on the Gold Wing
How I wish I were upon it
To feel the wind upon my back
Would feel oh.. so nice
To feel the wind upon my hair
Would be so very cooling
To be upon the gold Wing
Feels freedom from...

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I sit -looking at the river gracefully bending
   Flowing smoothly over moss covered rocks and stones
Measuring in endless time -my life
   My loves, my losses
Posing my thoughts with unspoken words
   Just me and the river...
Sitting all alone 

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Angels with one wing.
 Angels with one wing,
 we are all Angels only with one wing.
 Hold my hand.
 Hold my hand,
 so we can fly.
 Lets fly.
 Push me away.
 Push me away,
 please don't push me away.
 Fore if we are in the...

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Breathlessly wait. 
Autumn’s chilling winds pulsate through trees,
rustling multi-hued leaves, casting them to nature’s floor.
Spread your broad wings and try to catch the currents,
gliding with grace, emulating birds in flight. 
 
In dreams I flap my arms, soaring over continents.
Why, look, see the outline of...

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The color of its wing is the sign
of freedom. Flew in the paradise
with other emigrants, in my long
reflection the wild pretty swan.
It was a captive for the bad hunters.
Its wing was bloody, it hurt by an
arrow, the sad broken wing. Groaning
of the pain, it fell...

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Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to shine on Earth down here,
And on all the folk down under, my dears,
Let angels pray for mendicants at charities and welfare,
For druggies and their dealers, somewhere,
For these folk, not much Christmas cheer,
Lord, bless our...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

Robins, wrens, sparrows,
quivering, yet silent, still
on limbs and branches, boughs,
heavy with rustling leaves,
their feathers brilliantly flaunted,
in cloaks...

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