Dad Flying Poems | Examples
These Dad Flying poems are examples of Flying poems about Dad. These are the best examples of Flying Dad poems written by international poets.
In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad,
And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape -
He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad.
The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape.
So pretty was she, he dreamt as he marched,
And he constructed a bright plan in his head,
Sweating through shirts which his mother had starched,
He remembered what his father had said.
He would see his girl (the sun in the sky).
Augmenting his arms with two waxen wings,
A catapult shot him o’er clouds so high.
He burned, melted, crashed, his arms then in slings.
Dad said, “too close”, but his expounding lacks -
It was - his wings were inferior wax.
Masks are rare but not so coughs,
Yet here we are on board.
Hope that for our travels,
Sickness isn’t the reward.
Made it to the airport early -
5 a.m., a blur,
Our grandson coming for the ride.
(His dad was our chauffeur.)
Heading south to visit kin;
It’s nearly been a year,
But masked and boostered, here we go
‘Fore chances disappear.
I
watched
attentively as
each fold was
creased so carefully and precisely,
and then tested with great care to exact the chosen form.
It was made worthy
of long, sustained
flight to compete
with the other
boys, whose
fathers also
taught them the basics of
aerodynamics from the
kitchen
table.
The best part was the airport ride,
An unexpected guest -
My grandson joined his dad,
Both sacrificing needed rest.
Before the sunrise, roads were dark
And empty, but that changed
At the airport, which was busy.
(First time back - we were estranged.)
The lines were long, our pre-check failed,
Anxiety was high,
For even after T-Day,
Everybody wants to fly.
I’m buckled in, the flight is full;
They’re serving drinks and snacks.
Though masks are on, I’m all prepared
For panic-stoked attacks.
The map on screen displays our path,
Reminding me of when
We used to fly more often -
I was nervous even then!
A picture-perfect day for flying a kite
The sky was blue, not a cloud to be seen
Sunshine fairly sparkled on the snowy white sheen
that covered the meadow, the hard ground beneath
as the little boy drew the shiny new kite from its sheath
Nobody'd told him folks don't fly kites in the cold
And come to think of it, such wisdom's too old
to stand up to the spirit and gumption of a lad
~ who's got an Alpine ski-jumper for a dad
Jabo
NEVER EVER FORGET THEIR STORIES...
Be it the 5 MITSUBISHI A5M CLAUDEs that ditch due to fuel starvation in the sea
Or the 3 FOCKE WULF 190s that hit a German mountain. One had a red nose...
Or those perished on TINTWISTLE KNARR (AVRO LANCASTER-7 DEAD, 3X HAWKER HURRICANES-3 DEAD, LOCKHEED P-38 LIGHTNING-1DEAD)
And on and on and on and on...
There were 10,000 TEN THOUSAND training plane wrecks in the UK in world war2. Yet some was actual war acts eg the AIRSPEED OXFORD TRAINER that rammed a MESSERSCHMITT 410 HORNISSE... 7 dead... 2 German 5 UK...
And what of the woman who asked me for help who said her dad splashed a JUNKERS JU88G nightfighter with hand held infantry weapons? The 88 hit a house and 5 died there...
This is all down to my DAD RIP. His influence... Son this is a warplane...
I’d love to get a horse when I turn seven -
I’ll ride him in the sky way up to heaven.
Or I could get a puppy – I can name him
“Batman”! If he’s too wild then I’ll tame him.
I love when in my dreams I get to fly
Like superman, high up into the sky.
I look down at my friends and mom and dad
With brother getting all jealous and mad!
I may not get the horse or dog I’d like
Perhaps instead I’ll get a new red bike.
Maybe my dad will take us to the park -
I’ll ride my favorite carousel till dark.
Your freedom
Like flying
Soft and warm
Can't see back
Only now
Only you, your spirit
Energy gliding gently
Silence
All is right
Velvet tranquility
Release from the
Crisis of
Life
My father in the next dimension
Greatest Monster From Heaven Ever Fell
Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.
Satan hits the ground with crackling thud
raging about seeking victims to devour
Hate, sin and curses in dark, bloody mud
savaging the innocent with his power.
No mercy given to those he tempts to deny
the life of the Saviour and his gifts
Across this world in lightning he can fly
trying to destroy Light that so uplifts.
In the deepest darkness he does his best
luring millions to follow his lead
All that succumb fail the greatest test
with no shield are ripened to bleed!
Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.
R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1969
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Note- This poem is presented as was written, with no edits..
Another one from my private poems collection. I was 15 years old
when I wrote this poem. My dad had not died yet..
Daddy,
I'd like to take a trip to the airport with you and fly one more time.
Eat fish tacos with you.
Talk about real estate with you.
Ask you about that time you "wrote a blank check" and believed God for a miracle.
Tell you how much you impacted my life in so many ways.
Tell you how I miss our early morning phone conversations.
Borrow your truck for the weekend, because yours were always cooler than mine .
Cook you breakfast and a make you a big ole chocolate pie.
You always got me, you always knew when I needed to hear from you and when I needed a smile and encouragement.
I hope I showed you enough how much I loved you.
I hope you know, even though you're gone.
I love you.
Happy Father's Day.
i know you must fly from that nest
that housed your body and soul
for those eighteen long years
from which you always looked out
while your mum and i kept
that constant flying in, to protect
and strengthen every feather
in your wings to take off one day to find
a partner to make your own nest
in that process of my constant flying in
for such an enormous extended time
i have lost my sight beyond that nest
in which i also had lost my soul
that cradled your most beautiful being
making all my flying and fruit gathering
now, utterly meaningless, tearing my heart
multiplying my tears to endlessly flow
while i struggle, in my mind, to let you go
Above the clouds in many splendored hues of blue and white
This view beheld by an honored and rarest few
A nations treasure lies below in marble and in green
Yet no dome or obelisk could ever be this hallowed
Like a great bird it claws across the sky
A meeting calls: a friend in need
Its mighty engines crash through the silent morning sky
Its shrieks but music to all who know and remember well
The many come to take her place are fallen
This Daedalus lives on to tell their tales and more
Through younger eyes she gleamed in sun drenched silvers high above the clouds
Now bathed in grays she lingers on to battles unimagined in her youth
Lightened of the tools of war her peaceful mission now to do
She’s come to pay her last respects
And as she dipped and turned away
A sweet release and something more
A soul was taken from this world
And carried to the arms of God
© 2014 by Craig McAlister
Flyover by B-52H serial 0060 "Iron Butterfly" at Arlington National Cemetery on January 7, 2008.
IN A SPIDER MAN WHEEL
CHAIR
I WALKED IN SEEING THIS FAMILY
WITH A LITTLE BOY SMILING AND HIS EYE’S
STARTING RIGHT AT ME
ALL AROUND HIS WHEELCHAIR
WAS A SPIDER MAN BLANKET OF CARE
SO I WROTE THIS FOR HIM
NO MATTER WHERE OR WHO YOU ARE
YOU ARE SOMEBODY IN SOMEONE EYE’S
THIS IS FOR YOU DOWN DEEP INSIDE
A WHEELCHAIR SPIDER MAN THAT CAN FLY
I KNOW YOUR WEB IS RIGHT THEIR IN DISGUISE
SO REACH UP HIGH
GO AHEAD AND WHEEL YOURSELF TO THE SKY
BY A WEB THAT TAKES YOUR SMILE AWAY
MAKING IT IN A FLYING CHAIR
WITH A FAMILY BRINGING YOU THERE
YOU’RE FAMILY MAYBE ON A STRING
BUT I AM FEELING EVERYTHING
TOUCHING YOUR BLANKET THAT SETS YOU FREE
A SMALL HERO WHEELING IN OUR EYE’S
BY A WEB THAT TAKES YOUR SMILE AWAY
MAKING IT IN A FLYING CHAIR
WITH A FAMILY BRINGING YOU THERE
DOWN DEEP THIS IS YOUR TIME TO FLY
GO AHEAD AND WHEEL YOURSELF TO THE SKY
BY A WEB THAT TAKES YOUR SMILE AWAY
BRING IT TO YOUR FAMILY AS THEIR HERO
IN A SPIDER MAN WHEELCHAIR, REACHING HIGH
I CAN SEE YOU GIVING ALL YOU CAN UNDER SPIDER MAN
SEEING THE WEB AROUND YOU HOLDING YOUR MOM’S HAND
SEE YOUR DAD SMILE HOLDING ON TIGHT AGAIN
BY: SHAWN JONES
03/12/09