Walking by the river’s edge
A trail of rising shapes
Dying seeds and leaves
Swept up from under the privet hedge
Where the city’s dead air escapes
Circling stirred up they fly
Along the water’s bank
Floating in the silent breeze
Suspended seemingly alive
Then all at once they sank
And finally they die
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For the mystery of each season's fletching dare
Has found a sunlit sancuary
So true and so fare
For the words of the ancients
Rekindling a fire of warmth
Has placed a seed of possibilities
Upon my weary heart
I watch the hollow winds
through trees of skyward gaze
Gathering sticks and stones
To build a dream escape
The stoney ground where once I laid
Replaced of starlit gaze
Is now a dwelling of spirit renouned
Eternal flight has shown the way
I open a book of ancient text
And read each word aloud
and twine the mighty cosmic flow
And drape the colored shroud
Through endless fields of wisdom fair
I soar beyond a need
And sing a song of infinite light
Before the throne of dreams
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Violins lift heartstrings
soar on sentient wings
Evoke dawn’s majesty
hint at evening’s tragedy
Fiddles tease out playful tunes
Violins arrange the heaven’s moons
Soaring skies and mountain peaks
Eagles are best known as freedom seekers
Grace and nobility come naturally
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
They lie in wait, a lie of state
A statement therein lies
The journey long that bears the song
Aloft to culmination
The strike is swift, the rest, the lift
Arresting once safe passage
And so is made, this tempting trade
For food of thought is fleeting
She rests attesting to this moment
No siren song but lilting
And in an instant instantly
A melody is risen
The aire is born for life, forlorn
And carried on the current
Survive the journey for the learning
Live to see the morrow
And where these two should meet unsweet
A moment left to capture
For all must eat lest they succumb
Benumbed to rote or rapture
A WISE NESTED LESSON
A cool, windy day,
A mother owl rocks her nest:
Quiet youths fly out:-
ONE
Marlboro in flight
Distinguished bud hold ropes tight
Driving, smoKING sight
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TWO
Cremated bud ash
Flew on inflated blimp gas
Product, sponsor pass
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THREE
Airport told ‘shut down’
Cigarettes, coming to town
Balloon bud just found
Sing, precious children, sing
sweet little melodies take wing
Reaching heaven in seconds
sparking connections
‘tween grown-ups and angels
~ to the delight of the King
I soar across a summer sky
Singing softly as I fly.
My feathers flutter on the wind.
This invisible gas whipping and whirling around me,
Wings unfurled.
Not a care in the world looking for food.
Just doing what I do.
Looking down from on high
With my bird’s eye view.
Wondering who I am and why.
Just being in the moment.
Drifting and floating on an uplift of air,
The mechanics of my body beyond me.
I don’t care.
I’m just a bird.
built a nest out of twin twigs
instead of a camp fire fire starter
laid eggs away from threats
instead of posing for bird watcher enthusiasts
brought home worms for babies' consumption
instead of baiting them for fished
flying against rural strong wind
instead of the resistance from urban polluted air
got printed on educational books
instead of having place in the world.
IF I WERE A BIRD
BY ALICE MARAGLIA
10/25
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D SING OUT TO THE EARTH
MADE OF THE DUST I WAS BIRTHED.
ALIVE, AWOKEN, AIR IN MY LUNGS
A SONG TO THE CREATOR,
FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE.
AWAKE, AWAKE, MY FELLOW BEINGS
SHOUT TO THE LORD, FOR HE IS GREAT
MAKER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, IS HE.
CREATED IN HIS IMAGE, BEAUTIFUL, LIKE HE
FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE.
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D FLY ABOVE THE SKIES
TO EVERY FOREIGN LAND, DECLARING
HIS MAJESTY, IN TRUMPETS, BLASTS!
HIS TIME IS NEAR, MOUNTING HIS HORSE,
FOR HIS BRIDE SO DEAR.
IF I WERE A BIRD, I'D WANT TO SING
OUR BRIDEGROOM GOD, HE IS OUR KING
CLOTHED IN WHITE LINEN, DIPPED IN BLOOD
HE RIDES AMONGST THE CLOUDS,
WITH HIS ARMY OF HOSTS.
HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST, MY
SAVIOR, MY KING, TO WHAT DO
WE OWE YOU, FOR THE BLOOD
THAT WAS SHED. OUR HEARTS
SO PURE, WASHED, WHITE AS SNOW
IF I WERE A BIRD I'D WANT IT TO BE SO!
Her feathers fell
as she flew up and up,
Leaving her bruises and her broken body behind.
She’s one with the trees she wished to sing from,
Looking down on you from branches up high.
Brittle bones are made to float,
So she did.
The black night may
have taken her too soon,
But she’s found her place among the sun
Time is slight and fleeting,
A flutter then it’s gone,
It flew away.
She was here for her moment.
She sang, she nipped,
she played.
She lived, she died, she flew away.
It's okay.
Go hard or go home
Seven days a week, I grind
I shall never rest
One Couple Of Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Contest Judged: 10/29/2025 5:12:00 AM
( 2nd Place )
Written: October 8, 2025
One couple of days, the moon wore a hat,
and chairs went for walks with a cat in a spat.
They danced on the rooftops, they sang with a spoon,
while clocks told the tales of a flying raccoon.
Umbrellas drank tea in the middle of June,
and spoons held a meeting to debate with a tune.
A jellybean king rode a unicycle fast,
through spaghetti-filled rivers that ran to the past.
Specific Types of Flying Poems
Definition | What is Flying in Poetry?
Poems Related to Flying
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