Flight Poems - Poems about Flight

Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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I look at the sky as an ocean of freedom, a realm of boundless flight, where birds sketch their destinies on the blue canvas of infinity, and I wonder why I remain where wings are just unlived dreams, but the mirror shows me the answer, a truth hidden deep in my heart, for my wings were never broken, just...

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The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May...

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Slowly walking the path of life, winging with challenge, joy, and strife. I came upon a butterfly, floating, flittering in the sky. So lightly gliding through the air, I came to a stop, just to stare. Created with such symmetry, designed to live a life so free. Like a butterfly’s flight in wind, harder at first than in the end. Life is seen by our...

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I watched as the city burned in flames, a phoenix consuming its wings in flight, the streets transforming into rivers of fire, spirits freed from the cage of time, politicians arrive like sorcerers, claiming they can tame the wind with words, proclaiming promises that dissipate, leaves of a season of forgetfulness, their echo is a dried-up spring of hopes,...

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First Flight Cedarwood frame and canvas kite, Made at home with purpose flight. Blustery day on pastured ground, Early reluctance now skyward bound. The tug is strong and pulling hand, Resilient aircraft takes command. My feet have risen from their base, Clasping tight, wind in my face. Physics dictate this cannot be, Two metres off the ground maybe three. Release the strings ‘fore it’s too late, Holding...

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Following the winds where they blow Keen eyes into the distance From the wilderness to the skies An Eagle’s symbol and creed Strength in survival Flying far and wide Soaring wings Depth through ability Through storms and calm skies Wise mind Eagle alert Struggles at times Feeding and Breeding Eagle wonders Yonder to fly Horizons beyond the high mountains Indian Eagle values Offer many surprises Species their own Expansion of wings Courage to extend Pause when...

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I got crashed; I became crashed; There must be some reason; I endured when I was lashed; Still, all slandered me of treason. I get flown by the Pilot, Who, too, succumbed with me; Tooth and nail he had fought, But who won was destiny. It’s a world that’s too strange, Of course, in the negative way; Slaughter is beyond my range; I can’t even think...

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Lost in the Woods Hiku 28 lost in the woods at night ...

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Inspired The Beatles song : I Want To Hold Your Hand You walk in grace on moonbeam trail, face emits glee through stardust veil. You glow like dulcet pearl of dew, my lighted love sparkles for you. You take my day dreams on a flight, my heart spreads the wings of delight. “I want to hold your hand,” luring, till the end of...

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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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