Long Aflight Poems
Long Aflight Poems. Below are the most popular long Aflight by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Aflight poems by poem length and keyword.
The vision of you is like the sun on the horizon
which light does set upon the brow of thought
the midsummer's buds bring forth the harvest
the treasure of mine heart within are caught
Such a love descends upon a mortal breast
to be exercised in span of shorted life
where hope does soar like a bird aflight
such sails hold the winds of bonded wife
Entwined upon our souls does hold its rope
The chords of Love the spirits promise that you gave
for therein it is braids like upon us hope
to care for each other like humbled slave
It declares your love to those your favors chose
whose intercourse of cares upon all alight
the final numbers of all the called to wed
the seal of your love by a messengers invite
Cast upon us are all the reasons for this course
to trod its path is the faithful map to true
to all our sins and failings which we divorce
and its purity of heart is joined to you
All of its secrets to your beloved you revealed
and saved us by the knowledge of its depth
that it be patterned to the nature unconcealed
gives eternity to true loves life and breath
I will enter the temple with rejoicing
among your judges we will find our place
what we have suffered like an irritation
that we might give you our obeisance and grace
You have looked upon the oppressed and lowly
who have shown the justice of your King
with patience have faced all their afflictions
and know your peace upon the earth will ring
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
She sits alone in a darkening car,
waiting for Jimmy, a soccer star.
He's taking longer these days, it seems;
but he's one who gets tangled in his dreams.
Her neighbor sees her, asks if she's going in
just waiting for Jimmy, she smiles with a grin.
She sits in the car and takes June's hand,
saying, June, I don't think you understand.
Jimmy's not in the house anymore;
nor out on the soccer field kicking a score.
He left three months ago, to this day.
he had errands to run and on his way,
an angel, embracing him, took him aflight.
It won't help to sit here all of the night.
He watches over you, of that, I'm sure,
for Jimmy's love was always pure.
Please, take my hand and come with me
We'll go inside for a nice cup of tea.
Then I'm calling Big Jim to come right home
because I don't want you to be all alone.
She follows directions, thinking how can it be?
What I really want is my son hugging me.
I must make this long day end somehow,
Jimmy is gone, I see that more clearly now.
No longer on earth, I now understand:
I won't see Jimmy grow into a man.
Tears won't help a mother who yearns
for a son who has left and will never return.
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
I'll always love my bonny girl
So fair and lovely, beautiful
I'll always dream of her and I
And write her name up in the sky
With a little airplane, orange and white
That doesn't reach too great a height
But high enough so she can't see
The pilot there is none but me
It's me alright and how she'd know
Is because I'd never want to go
I'd write all day without a shout
'Til just before my gas ran out
And when once more the plane did land
I'd tie it down there at it's stand
And recall back upon the day
When I took her flying city way
The same small plane that day was flown
That now I fly just me alone
And think of her then when I do
And pretend she's sitting in there too
Next time though she'll sit next to me
I'll hold her hand and we'll sightsee
Instead of hearts drawn in the sky
Inside that plane two hearts will fly
MID-SPRING
It is mid-May,
Mid the welcome of spring’s changes all
Over the norther hemisphere;
Amid still growing joy with strolls through
Parks and fields, admiring the all
Of after Winter,
And here, still growing in our own ways,
We live:
The long blooming mass of babies (born after 1945);
We,the vigorous, overwhelming, well-meaning,
Once new generation, now with
Slower action or being taken on the avenues
In wheelchairs through
This year’s disturbing Spring
With its news of impending environmental
Crisis, wars, injustice,
And pandemic hatred and illness.
Here I may be seen by the wayside, abloom at
The end of an ambitious, climbing vine of
Morning Glory. There! Off the topmost
Dried-throughout branch
Of a magnificent, ancient, gnarly tree,
Which cradles me
I pray from here ——
Hanging confidently at the tip
Of Glory’s vine,
Against the mid-day’s sun at its highest. So,
Squinting, maybe see me against
The blanched-blue sky,
Ever close to the promise of God —
Dangling, reaching
On sweetly…down, trying
To keep a longer hold
Onto my rising fragrance.
The full area of my petals’ centers appears
Still whiter than the higher clouds, despite
My contours maybe trying to edge brown
And curl.
In the traveling breezes, I do not always
Even seem to feel my pleasant bobbing
On these warmer airs;
Nor with each dawn do I seem to feel
Quite as bright, or light or spry.Yet
To and in Nature’s eye, I
Remain here aflight
— Even ‘tho, yes, on a vine,
Observing the earth, keen
For the surprise
Of some sprout bursting
With awesome strength
To push aside then out
Free from under a stone,
Using its force against the greater mass,
In a motion
To find its unique
Space of light for life.
————————————————————————————————————————-
(c) sally young eslinger 6/3/22
Thanks be to God
In thanksgiving for my family,
friends and my brothers/sisters on PoetrySoup
…
Thanks for all well wishes & your prayers as
I face my surgery 6/7…Hugs!
If discipline be righteous let me stray but for a while
And beg the Fates indulgence on the morrow
For surely cruel as fate can be
There's kindness in the breast for he that
Strays in ways gods envy and admire
If heaven smile the while you dally
Lost in that space none dared precede
It can't but wonder how creation
Dwelling under heaven's folly
Follows on the path you have created
Hearts together beating as two within one breast
Facing love with nothing in between
One casting from the mold the gods broke on request
The fate not resting til it wrest from Chronos
Moments precious lost in time now found
Lives entwined as flames no quenching thirst can hold
So bright the night can hold no purchase on the soul
Hearts aflight would light now holding fast against the darkness
Which would swallow and consume that light most richly blest
Whose purchase can outshine all heavens gold