Landing Poems | Examples

On Landings

I shan’t think a landing is sound
That leaves both a ditch and a mound.
A plane should align,
Like steak with good wine,
To kiss, not to crush, with the ground.

Landing

             a snow covered bench
           welcomed winter visitors
               the Blue Jays landed


Heidi Sands

1/3/25

(C)opyright

Christ Jesus surfacing on Earth

The most splendorous success was man landing on the moon
The most splendorous success was Christ Jesus surfacing on Earth
Yes: The most splendorous success was the moon meeting man

Coming Down to Earth Grounded

I see a clearing
It's big enough to land in
The grass is short
No rocks or bumps
It's all clear for landing

My heart beats in panic
Tears of sweat run down my face
Fear grips my body
In expectant embrace

The engine splutters and coughs
Bangs erupt from broken wings
I hear my own screams

The smoke is acrid in flared nostrils
My flesh burning, stinks

Ah! I savour a touchdown, touche!

Moon by Jim Barlow

Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.

No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of 
Air, wind, and rain.

I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine 
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.

Magnificently barren orb,
Glowing, mysterious
Forever our neighbor
Our stoic satellite,
The Moon.

Landing

When reaching your goal you have to plant your feet in the ground for safe landing

Emergency Landing

Hard to park a plane
Emergency at the beach
To an unreal lane.

Landing in The Dream Catchers Mit

He sends me to bases that have stunned many faces, including that of mine.I feel the dream catchers power running through my spine, incresing my faith, to run to next base without stumbling, very humbling.As I strive to reach home base, keeping my vision on the Dream Catchers Mitt.

Evening Landing

Wings slice evening air,  
Geese alight on mirrored pond,  
Splashing, ripples spread,  
Feathers silver, dusk turns gold,  
In the twilight, shadows wed.

The Chosen Landing

To V on the passing of her mother

They say we choose our parents from some ethereal plain
Deciding on the womb to bare the birthing and the pain
And knowing not  their circumstance before we came to be 
Inherit all the good and bad in their lives we may see

They say there is a reason for landing where we did
For going through whatever, experiences as a kid
Many books are written on perfect parenting ways
But some of us are born to those with pain from younger days

They say there is a wisdom in getting understanding
in accepting and forgiving the circumstances of your landing
For one day you are their parent and they the helpless child
And even in the worst of thoughts, you may recall their smile

And now you have the freedom, to live the life you chose
Making sure that on the past, some doors you tightly close
Appreciate the people that love you much and care
Trust that in your landing here, God put some blessings there.

01/11/2024

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A Soft Landing

On the edge of time,
standing poised,
I ponder:
do I wait for a bridge
to cross over
the abyss,
or do I dare jump
into the abyss,
hoping
the descent into madness
is a soft landing
for me?

LUNE LANDING - series of lune haiku

LATE BLOOMER
sun highlights
the bod of oak bark -
Autumn knight

CLINGERS
won’t let go -
cling to puppy love,
its branches

CLEAVERS
cleaves to old
relationship vow -
storm shakes loose

LANDING
the leaves land
amidst the old maids’
bitterness

BRITTLE BONES
the children
jump in old gals’ laps
living loud

RING AROUND THE ROSIES
circle round
sing, “ashes…ashes…”
and fall down

LEARNING CURVE
life up there
in the lusty air
now seems strange

GONE WITH THE WIND
scattering
the old bats’ ashes
to the wind

REBORN
phoenix lands
a bitty wiser
and lighter

The Landing of Autumn

Listen my friends to the bells that tinkle and jankle
The early and spontaneous arrival of autumn,
It is a painful and unusual surprise for the birds,
Which wanted to dawdle among the weak reeds.

Tonight, the sun will disappear surreptitiously sooner.
The schoolboys are unhappy. They refuse to utter a word.
Their parents are elated to see how time is passing
Rapidly, like the short breath of a dying old handyman.

The green leaves begin to alter their postures.
The flowers are rare. They charm Mother Nature less.
No golden sun glare after the Angelus; the air is somber.

And the freshness from the north hypnotizes the refugees.
The old men, in disarray, wonder under the sorry shade.
This year, autumn exudes less warmth and cheerfulness.

Copyright © September 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

This is a translation of the poem: L' Aterrissage De L' Automne by Hebert Logerie
 Sunday, September 22, 2019

Soft Landing

Sometimes get stuck on a solo mission 
As the only ticketed passenger in sight 
But alternative routes are available 
We just need to book our return flight 

Begins by checking in with ourselves 
To take inventory of our baggage 
Choice in claiming what we keep
Option to offload damaged luggage

Purposely piloting our own plane now
Pulling levers to navigate any weather
Time to maneuver back into formation 
Since life is better when flying together

Hard Landing

It descended hard and hot -
must have been a rookie,
flaps oscillating mightily
correcting overcorrections,
undercarriage lowered and high angled
wings up and wide
spread out for maximum deceleration.

If there had been a computer on-board
it would have been repeating:
"too low - too low,
terrain-pull-up, terrain pull-up!"
but
there was just a solo goose brain at the controls,
and landing on ice in low visibility is always tricky
even for professional flyers.

It came in fast,
no chance of aborting the landing now,
no time for last moment adjustments,
webs touching down, then lifting up
as the impact jolted it airwards again,

Touch-down, yawing badly,
wings now beating the air wildly,
somehow
the bird keeps a shaky balance
as it slews and skids to a rocking half.

The goose immediately
starts preening and shaking-out its tail feathers
as if to say:
"nothing to see here."

The other geese in that same flight
honking loudly,
hard to say if they were cheering
or jeering.

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