Flying Poems | Examples of Flying Poetry

If all goes well airlines will sell seats by the pound the less you weigh the less you pay to fly the world around and yet if a commercial Russian airliner jet unfortunately crashed into the sea would there be Aeroflotsam on the ocean fragmented and floating free? It's a riddle inside a mystery wrapped in an enema from 1939 Soviet Union history. ...

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He took a walk to see the view. They found a sock. A rose, he threw. Blue was the sky - the ocean, too. He wondered why. They found a shoe. A bluff so high, an eagle flew. He could not fly. His love was true. A blood-red rose, and then he knew, and so time froze. The tide withdrew....

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A blackbird flies before the moon, A life shall pass away; A death, a bird, Together stirred, Fused in a lunar ray; The wings of a fate falling soon. ...

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The flying lesson White as a shroud, the virtual paper in front of me I wanted to record my first flight in a Dakota plane  Inside, the aircraft looked like a bus, reaching under my seat for the parachute, the steward said there wasn't, but he handed me boiled sweets which I didn't eat in case it was a drug keeping...

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FLYING SWINGS* Flying swings, Built on the thrill of gravity’s gentle hand, Lift us up, strange birds Into the turning sky Where joy sways with the breeze, Childhood's dance suspended in the air. Hands raised high, We chase the cloud-choked horizons Each swing weaving stories, Where freedom tastes like cotton candy, A dash of courage, In every soaring arc. For just a while, The earth holds its breath, And...

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Death strikes with its wicked grin, Deep grief and sorrow it brings, Flights to heaven then begin, When our souls fly without wings, Each saint bears a halo ring, They reign there as queens and kings, With Angels near a calm spring. Contest title: What Happened After Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: 18th July, 2025...

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Yes, her hair was looking great; she'd spent so long on getting ready for this longed for day - the seaside with her boyfriend. She stepped outside the beach hut, her love knelt, a ring held out - and a flock of seagulls pooped! written 18th July for Nette's 'After' contest...

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It’s so hard to start Brain and pen, poles apart Yet two lines in, the pace quickens Soon you’re writing like the dickens Thoughts stream in and out your head ...

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A touch is a hug for the lonely, I thought as I sat on that plane. The sleeping man beside me, Would never know that feeling he made. As his head nodded off, His elbow extended to mine. This little little tap Echoed in a hollow mine. I savoured such a warm embrace, From the man that would never know me, But I couldn’t help...

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Have always known my limitations it's a fact that can't be missed I'll always go out on a limb and you're an attraction I can't resist am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame will I melt my wings these and a thousand other things will I crash and burn...

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Eagle soars above On thermal, wing span power, Personifies One.......

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A gull glides slowly Through the cloud-grey sky No sign of hurry, No hint of worry Content thus to fly. Dramatic contrast To the traffic down below Human hurry Human rush As though its sinful To go slow. Maybe somehow In a very little while I’ll let time take Its gentle course And gull-like Peaceful go. ...

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But not the interminably hopeless daddy longlegs some say cellar spiders also know as the cranefly lurking amidst the shower curtain then flapping wildly all around my hat just not first thing on a Monday morning when stark staring and uncoffeed thus it must be duly despatched with an implement humanely and meanwhile the water's spraying in all directions Later on leaving my nosy neighbour...

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Mini Poppadoms Intensive can you hear the intensity Mr freeze step aside I have flies and they are my new friends The crackle of the snow,whip and blow The cackle of the crow,the man taking the dough The crackle of the soap Left until your laundries done The night of a moon And a cow The red rooster cocks And the people come Forgetting their...

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