Flight Poems - Poems about Flight

In the same realm where the flight of birds once lifted me high, Now my wings are broken, and their song is but a whisper, A symphony once, now a cold wind through dried branches, The trills, balm for the heart, become echoes of pressing silence. The trees change colors like fragmented dreams, A palette reflecting my stagnation in frozen...

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I’ll tell a secret just to you, a fantasy that’s really true. My bed can fly through time and space. It takes me to every happy place. In darkness, I but close my eyes, and soon we’re flying through the...

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I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes The crowfeet despise, all were lies, Conjured was an illusion of you Throughout my groping confusion evasive, flimsy A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos I was subjected to your derision dissing me relentlessly deriding my appearance, disparaging my intellect as I stumbled and fell into the abyss Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched An amazon...

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Upon reaching the top I found a new bottom Polarity lies with the truth ill begotten Direction a ruse in misguided fruition As searchers take flight — in their new destitution (The New Room: January, 2025) ...

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"Your faith is your flight" I was once broken, but now I have gathered myself, There was a lesson hidden in every tear, I have taught myself. Only those who recover while falling know how to walk, And those who have faith in God, they consider defeat as victory. Fear is a deception, which forces you to stop, But God's name...

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When a heart grows wings And we accept a ride The heavens open And we are pulled inside Every fiber of our being comes alive Our souls become vessels Where joy reside We welcome each moment As a long-for prize New songs are born And old ones die Life’s mountains flee Away our troubles fly The universe sparkles When a heart grows wings And we accept the ride ...

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The air is growing colder. Something is withdrawing deeper into itself, becoming more distant, out of reach. The evenings are heavy with longing. Soon it will be time for you to go. A restlessness now disturbs the still and thoughts of that other place glow on the mind's horizon. It grows brighter in the gathering chill. There will be a morning when you will arise...

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Leonardo, with sketches so grand, Tried to teach his cat how to land. It soared from the roof, With a "Meow!" and a poof, "That's not flight," he said, "misunderstand?" ©bfa032225 ...

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Run, Girl, Run She was just eleven, small and spry, Her father said, “You’re due, oh my…” A spanking, harsh, the kind she knew, But this time she thought, “Not today, not you.” He called her brothers, big and loud, “Go catch your sister—make me proud!” She took off running, barefoot and wild, With twenty meters head start, a desperate child. The boys gave...

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One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~ Arrived in my garden in f r i ...

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When did we become strong, like birds in flight, our voices rising in the gentle wind, Whispering pain like leaves in the breeze, walls learning to forget in silence, Strong like rocks in the deep sea, we stood like trees confronting the storm, Not to fight, but just to breathe in the silence of the night with a...

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I held your secret for me alone behind a latched Gate Where desire Muttered words of fire to burn endless nights A flicker of love twined Shadows refined to light a Jewel of love where church bells ring in holy song to merge two souls as one and now today a flight of love set sail...

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As a free poet that I am... without needing the impulse of the wind wandering at the mercy of emotions I fly.......

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so, lit flight resting bird nest upon the crevice of the building set ~ the eaves Covenant are gathered stored twigs leaves and.... mud fashioned into ~ a home for mother bird and her chicks to live life until baby's take flight 3/11/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024...

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Where are your arms hidden in disguise, you are our path to freedom and pride. The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated, where is the love which given is for unborn, take us with free love, and deadly flight of widowed dove. Stay within my spaces, open your native places. Understand with an open heart, war is just an ugly form of...

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