Flight Poems - Poems about Flight

It may be one of the most poetic ending of all Icarus’ fall, that is Stupid, prideful Icarus The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn He learned that things can be beautiful But intangible and fatal Everyone talks about his death How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly...

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Flight Design I saw a seagull floating by High up in springtime’s bright blue sky Slow flap, slow flap No hint of haste While down below From bush to bush The plain house sparrow Had to rush. With wingbeat fast It can’t beat slow From here to there It’s got to go In just a mo ‘Cause God said so! ...

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When I take flight, will it be by day or night? Will you see me, even if I am right in front of thee? To fly like an angel I would be, loving you and flying very free. I would like to fly, fly into the bright blue sky. I will be there when you cry, I will help to dry your tearful eye. As...

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Let my wings soar New Frontier destiny Let the clouds cleanse within their mist Journey on wings Born to fly Into the Friendly skies Bad weather otherwise Surrounding the high mountains Pausing for a brief stop King of the valley’s The land below Harmony among Beauty of excellence Yonder miles Singing a soaring bird song, “Where the wind blows, I will follow”. ...

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ridge obscure burnt slate leap of faith a second wind drop and plumes spread wide...

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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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