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Bridgett Faerie leapt from the flames with a pop and a fizzle
Delighting her elemental dad, Hellfire, wielder of the flame
Her mother gave her the power to make leaves dance
Her purpose not apparent yet, but she was magnificent.
Hair in shades of copper we did not know had been invented.
She stood on the tallest log and stared us down, Then she flew.
New faeries can hardly ever fly. We gasped.
"Forty-one years since I saw a first day flyer,"
one of the elderly brownies whispered.
Bridgett landed next to her.
"Hi!" she said. The whole council laughed.
"She is precocious," one of the faeries said.
Bridgett turned.
I saw her face for the first time;
oval with laughing caramel eyes.
Her nose was a tiny ski slope, a tiny lift at the end. She wrinkled it.
"Where are the leaves?" she demanded. "I want to get started."
Even Hellfire was astounded; he had six daughters but not this one
Until today. She would be a force to be honored and revered.
Her snotty sisters began to make fun of her,
pretending non-jealousy.
Hellfire gave them a look and there was instant silence.
"Are those my SISTERS?" Bridgett shrieked with delight.
She flew over and hugged every one of them. Then she flew away.
How could someone with such tiny feet be so assertive?
No fairy had ever started working on their birthday before today.
Oak tree leaves began floating down into the fire.
The fire popped and crackled faster and faster.
"I love this job!" Bridgett yelled from a branch forty feet up.
Hellfire looked frightened for the first time.
He had never had a daughter who was more like his wife.
His wife flew past him to help her daughter.
That rarely happens on birthing day either.
"A mini-me-of-Enthusiasm Faerie!" someone said.
Others cheered. Someone clapped Hellfire on the back.
"Now there are two of them, he said."Good luck!"
Bridgett's twin sister Brewit popped out of the flames next.
"Surprise!" She yelled. "There are two of us Daddy!"
Hellfire's mouth dropped open. He had felt outnumbered before.
But never suffered anything like this. Brewit gave him a big hug.
Then she flew up with to join her mother and her sister.
A wonderful day in the woods, one we have never forgotten
Although that was twenty-seven years ago.
The story has been told thousands of times.
And put into the imaginations of many. Their purpose: Joy.
I take the Flyer and push it to my side.
I made a lot of effort for this sight.
Please let me alone.
,,Can we go ahead and talk in a much more warm tone?"
Cringe.
,,I think it's pretty"
So egoistic.
An inch
I am just going to stay quite, let's just see what the teacher has to say to both of our work, that's more realistic.
The last inch
,,Mia, look in your suitcase"
You saying that with that amusing face.
When I opened it,
I saw the trash of an candy and threw it in yours, back coming to sit.
TheyTalkTalkTalkTalk
Ouch
,,miaaa, don't listen to these losers when they bark",
He winks.
,,You alright?", no my heart sinks.
Am I going to still stay here and act like, no my eyebrows movement icks and the shaking lips kick.
Standupstandupstandup
The chair,
It clirrsclirrsclirrs
It will fallfallfall
My hands close my mouth which is going hurt to call,
to let out words,
for making everthings somehow work.
,,May I go to the toilet please",
,,Sure, is everything on ease?"
I left and closed the door.
beatbeatbeatbeat my hand signals me back: ,,Could I step in the room to make everyone thinking nothing was to worry for? But my heart"
Splaaaashh, schhhhhhhhhh (did I relax now?), splaaaash schhhhhhh (ah,no!!), splaaaash, schhh (I am cry i n g a g ain).
Could they come in? No am I dumb boys can't come in.
I need to go in again, just 20 minutes a thin.
Just walk
Towardstowardstowowards
,,mia"
I need to ignore-
Runrunrunrunrun
He's not following, is he?
The stairs a muddy, after every step I will see them classy.
Right?
,,Mia, here are your things?"
,,Thank you"
Smilebrightsmilebright
Why does he behind us observes us?
They defiently didn't took my stuff.
Oh, he did.
He packed my things.
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Break
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I'm just going to sit somewhere else.
,,hey, can I sit next to you?"
,,sure. Is rverything okay?"
,,yeah, no worries I am just sick"
,,Ah, okay."
Pleasekeeptalkingpleasrkeeptalking
Whyaremytearsstilldripping?
Shedoesn'tpayattention
Yayy.
Oh, him.
I should smile-
Why is he there?
,,Is everything alright?"
Justnoddnoddnodd
,,You know it wasn't him who did that, It was the boy with who you were joking with."
I didn't cry about that.
Couldn't he think?
,,i just had headaches"
,,I wish you well"
Justnoddnoddnodd
He was next to you,
but could'nt even Formulare sentences a few.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question 'what is a woman's role' in rock and roll.
Your lyrics touch my life, as you are the twin to my soul.
My 'midnight flyer' your spirit glows like a 'seafull' of stars.
I'll never question what is a woman's role in rock and roll.
When life 'makes you wanna cry' we can create memoirs.
My midnight flyer your spirit glows like a seafull of stars.
When you 'send me no more letters,' I'll ignore the post.
When life makes you wanna cry we can create memoirs,
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from 'coast to coast.'
When you send me no more letters, I'll ignore the post,
wondering 'will our love end,' before the ultimate vow.
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from coast to coast,
until you serenade about 'feelin' so much better now.'
Wondering will our love end, before the ultimate vow,
'it's only a dream,' but you get 'nothin' for nothing,'
until you serenade about feelin' so much better now.
'Your love is allright' when your muse is soft and loving.
It's only a dream, but you get nothin' for nothing.
It hurts 'way back to the bone' when you leave me alone.
Your love is allright when your muse is soft and loving.
'Black clouds' fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
It hurts way back to the bone when you leave me alone.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
Black clouds fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
I ain't 'keepin' time,' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I ain't 'keepin' time.' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
21 songs from Glenn Hughes with Trapeze:
What is a woman's role
You are the music
Touch my life
Am i
Seafull
Midnight flyer
Makes you wanna cry
Coast to coast
Send me no more letters
Feelin so much better now
Will our love end
Nothin' for nothing
It's only a dream
Your love is allright
Way back to the bone
Black cloud
Jury
Loser
Back street love
Keepin' time
Another day
I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly..........
Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me
Fire colabs from here to infinity
you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality
we're in another galaxy
you've barely the ability of a fetus
how dare you compete with us
and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap
put your dick between your legs and make a tail
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail,
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
with terrible stale dribble
that you squiggle
all brainless and minimal
like an unevolved mammal
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable,
I desire a quick fire high flyer
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school.
collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
I can feel it, something inside of me pushing me to reach higher, what refines an insider? what
defines an outsider? Sometimes i think better when i'm higher; but it's not the drug i desire, the
devil has plans to place me in the mist of red and purple fire, who are you to judge me because
GOD alone is the only one I admire, lets see maybe because HE'S the only one who keeps me
inspired, alive and never tired, mind me if i'm wrong but I'M on the cover of every flyer, LORD,
my flesh feels like an outsider but my soul knows IT'S an insider! straying, but I know it is HE
who was and is and continues to be my provider, to all of the people who feel that, light your
lighters, there is no difference between lovers and fighters, to each and all one outcome and one
love united to the one who inquires, so can you really tell me what my personality requires?
Now that I'VE shared with you lyrically the intent of my heart to the greatest extent, the basis is
love, clearly, because of HIS acent, and love will be my main objective to be reunited with HIM in
HIS decent, some may say that's the reality of a true rida, in GOD I confide, so that when i do
slide; next time i will have learned not to seek vanity through pride; and disgrace myself in front
of others because last time I was hurt and I cried, how many in my family do think died, how
many chances do you think I was denied, but it was i who lied; and somehow I felt a part of my
heritage had died, but then i thought the devil comes to destroy so why should i hide, I put my
faith back in GOD and my tears were dried, IT'S GOD I fear, not snide and sneer, faith alone
keeps me hid in HIS wing, constantly praising HIM through the song i SING.
Evthings alright because GOD is here deep and strong, please, ask me what's wrong, because
in my opinion what's wrong, is what's wrong, and right now I'M not just in my zone I'M in our
zone, we take to much for granted; granted that we are merely clones, never forgetting we were
created to kneel before HIS throne, oh LORD i know that on this cold and cruel earth YOU would
never let me eternally roam, HE never takes to long, HE'S an ontime GOD even when i'm
wrong, grace and mercy never fails GOD is able and we're not alone, thank YOU for my
purpose and for my eternal heavenly home.
Where's the real love?
Where has it gone?
That love that use to make
You want to hold on (hold on)
The love that use to ask you on a date
The love that still fixes you a plate
The love that use to open doors
I want that love back once more
Where is the love?
Where is it now?
People been mistreated
Trying to find
Love and somehow became blind
I just want to experience love
One more time
Real love
Does it still exist?
Is there something out there
That I missed
Real love
Could it be just a feeling
That needs help revealing
Take a page back a chapter or two
Dont judge
Love can be true
It can be pure
As a white dove
I just want to experience real love
Pick up the phone
Just to hear my voice
Hanging out with me over your boys
What a good choice
Laughing talking sharing dreams
Building up both of our esteems
Talking for hours a day
Going to concert and plays
Wanting to be together
Regardless of the weather
Hearing each other dreams
And doing alot of other things
Time is quickly passing
But ill spend it
With you
You are the answer to my clue
You're all I think ?? of
Oohhhhhhhhh
I want real love
Real love
Does it still exist?
Is there something out there
That I missed
Real love
Could it be just a feeling
That needs help revealing
Take a page back a chapter or two
Dont judge
Love can be true
It can be pure
As a white dove
I just want to experience real love
There's nobody who I see
Baby you accept me for me
Even with my flaws
Boy you love it all
You make me smile and laugh
Make me forget my past
We make each other better
Yes
You dont add the stress
You make me want to strive
To go higher
Be more than what's on a flyer
You could be the up to my down
Your such a joy to be around
Ever day
If this is what love feels like
I pray
That this feeling never goes away
Feels great to be thought of
I
But I want to experience that real love
Real love
Does it still exist?
Is there something out there
That I missed
Real love
Could it be just a feeling
That needs help revealing
Take a page back a chapter or two
Dont judge
Love can be true
It can be pure
As a white dove
I just want to experience real love
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
12/20/2015
My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.
Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
Business is booming and there's no end in sight, Death came to a huge
decision tonight.
He called in his partners Pain and Sorrow and said "we're holding auditions
tomorrow."
"Auditions, Pain asked, what are you looking for?" For a third partner and he
reached for the door.
The very next morning hanging there on the wall, was a huge flyer
reading "DEATH'S OPEN CALL"
Come one come all but you better give your best audition, because we only need
to fill one position.
As the day moved along Sorrow watched in disbelief, next in the line was his old
buddy Grief.
Grief walked in and handed them his lengthy resume', thank you for coming
friend you'll know by the end of the day!
The auditions had been going on steady for hours, the decision would be tough,
they all had great powers.
Next in line would be Misery and he gave them his best, "Thank you for coming,
wait outside with the rest".
Death having some free time sat in on the last few, after over 1000 auditions it
was now time to choose.
Death left the decision up to Pain and Sorrow; they would just fill him in by
tomorrow.
All that he asked was they used their best discretion, when suddenly in walked
the vixen Depression.
With eyes dark as night dressed all in black, she walked to the stage and the pair
just sat back.
She said, "Am I too late for this open call? I just happened to notice the flyer on
the wall."
We'll give you a shot now show us what you can do; this is only because we've
both heard of you.
They told her to give it her best shot and that's just what she did, for her first
victim a sweet little kid.
His name was Billy he was only 13, she found him alone sitting out on a swing.
You see he had just lost his parents in a huge fire; to be with them again was his
only desire.
She climbed in his head and she did her thing, Billy took his life right there on the
swing.
"WOW" they exclaimed lady you are good, come with us now to see the "man with
the hood".
A new chapter has started with Death’s open call and it all started will a flyer on
the wall.
No longer a trio, now a quartet, a new force to be reckoned with this you can bet!
Palatial building of my Grandma, once in grandeur and pomp
ran full of kith -kin -cousins on extended family.
The staircase leading to roof with shiny banister
on polished brass coating attracted all visitors.
Any one ever met Grandma got charmed with her pleasing persona.
The residence was my birthplace.
So far, I remember on my visit, when I was four,
Grandma put a flyer under porch of the house.
Flyer was a dazzling golden satin cloth
designed and stitched by herself with sparkling red spangles
showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’
Onward whenever I visited, I saw that flyer in same gorgeous glow.
She died when I was seventeen.
And that was my last visit on her cremation.
After sixty years I revisited the decaying house.
Doors ,windows almost in broken condition:
Rusted creaky latch in gate.
Garden Once bloomed mostly in white fragrant flowers
spreading pellucid placid calmness,
now , no remnants left.
It is full of feral ferns, wild weeds and thorny bushes.
Most unexpected scenario : I was not shocked yet sighed.
Whelmed to see the dusty bland flyer still hanging
and showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
Spangles embedded on pale flyer still in shimmering sheen.
That four year old pretty princess now approaching eighty.
Sun rays are making network of shadows through cracked lattice .
The abandoned house greeted me
through zephyr whispering ‘ Welcome home.’
I felt warmth of the soul of empty house.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I didn’t wipe off the flow but silently wept.
HOUSE OF GRANDMA
Huge house of Grandma once in grandeur and pomp
ran full of kin, cousin, relatives.
The staircase leading to roof had a beautiful banister
The residence was my birthplace.
So far, I remember on my visit, when I was four
Grandma put a flyer under the porch of the house.
Flyer was a dazzling golden satin designed by herself
with sparkling spangles and red rosette at corners
showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
Onward whenever I visited, I saw that hanging in same gorgeous glow.
She died when I was seventeen.
I reminisce her deep affection
After fifty years I revisited the decaying house
now left under caretaker.
Door window in broken condition: Rusted latch in gate.
Garden Once bloomed mostly in white flowers
spreading pellucid placid calmness
now full of feral ferns, wild weeds, thorny bushes.
Most expected scenario. I was not shocked yet sighed.
Whelmed to see the flyer still hanging
and shows ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
Gentle zephyr whispers.
.
Sun rays making network of shadows through cracked lattice.
Flyer though pale, dusty, bland,
spangles still in shimmering sheen.
The decaying house welcomed me
though Grandma had left.
I wept.
07/18/20
Second Place
'Decaying House' Contest by Constance La France