Nose Dive Poems | Examples

DARE TO DREAM

As the evening was turning to night
The sun had already set
10:00 pm being time to sleep
There was no counting of sheep
My eyes began to get heavy
Trying to fight it
Sandman won
A dream started the stage
It was totally amazed
Through the illusion
Survival or Death in the air
Turbulence quarters
Danger and warning surrounding
I was aboard a passenger plane
Why I was on the plane will remain
Unknown destination
We encountered a violent storm
Pouring rain and flashes of lightning with Thunder
The plane tries to go above 
Then drops
The plane started to shake
The Captain announced “BUCKLE UP”
Suddenly the plane did a nose dive in a quick motion
I remember seeing an ocean
It was faster and faster
Immediately, the plane got back up in the air
Suddenly I woke up from the dream
I survived
Dream of reality
The possibilities
Against all odds
Nightmare
Troubled mind
Dare to dream

Poetic Podcast Episode 37

Do we have to look the same 
to support each other?

Do we need a hive of  ‘groupthink ‘
to support each other? 

Do we have to weather a storm 
to support each other? 

Do we need to be moving far away
to support each other? 

Do we have to already be dead 
to support each other?

I have thought about this often,
I’m at a cliff’s edge with a white towel.

Do I have to hit the icy water,
nose dive with nothing more to offer?

Does everything have to end up over? 
I have given everything I had.

Please Stop Drinking And Driving

Traffic Safety Poetry Contest
Miranda Hawley

It's a happy-sad ending hour at many bars
Where the parking lots are fool of cars
Where many of these spiteful patrons arrive
And then drink over the limit and some nose-dive
Mothers against drunk driving are calling
Fix your unruly ways because it’s appalling

for the Love of bread

bread floats across lake
 bird's nose dive in formation 
with chaotic quacks

for the love of bread

bread floats across lake 
bird's nose dive in formation 
with chaotic quacks

The Buzzbomb An American Sonnet

Given the incredible gift of wings,
always saw a different perspective;
Soaring high sailing into a nose dive,
you could say her energy’s a buzz bomb;

They never thought that she was possible,
women weren’t built for beautiful feathers;
Pristine in all her imperfect glory,
this added embellishment overwhelmed;

Grinding out eyes to erase a vision,
looking at the sky it’s hard to believe;
Still there she was smiling full of fervor,
the frenzy in her eyes so contagious;

Fanning idealists in spite of herself, 
this creature worthy of so free a flight.

The Poets Are Dead

On days I read…
   O dread
      The poets are dead!

A taste of bitter
   A tatterdemalion squalor
      A thread

that dangles
   in black death
      in the abyss

The art is lost
   in those times
      The craft

on a cliff
   Words swish
      then spit

without mystical scope

Spring forth
   O poet
      Prepare thyself for thy muse

the amusement of thy readers
   If thy words
      hang upon

thy precipice
   let it be stupendous
      spectacular

Let them peer
   perch
      leap

glide with whimsical wings

Fly, poet, fly
   Nose dive into the sea
      Capture the depths

of eternity
   Put a pretty bow on it
      or a ghostly hue. Abscond

into the spider’s closet
   fiddle on the roof
      hang on baby

until you're foolproof
   ne’er perfect
      leave room for edits.

So the albatross
   went diving
      but it is the fisherman

that is thriving
   up, up, up he goes
      into the blue nose

his line
   divining
      reeling in silver and gold.

Treasures
   to share
      No dread!

The poets live! Live it up to the end!

Angry Dolphins

Precariously poised on 
the precipitous precipice,
I pondered whether a nose-dive plummet
into the whirlpool lagoon below
was prudent, well-advised and provident.
But the angry impassive persona,
of the ever so cross porpoises,
seen purposefully prancing there
gawking up at me,
persuaded me to prudently, 
postpone the plunge.

Night Footles

 Sun set
behind

Shadows
stretched long

Night came
Bats screeched

Clouds drift
Moon smiles

Wind blows
Trees shake

Leaves drop
They dance

nose dive
fall down

rest limp
in mud

Snakes curl
in holes

Fog comes
veils night

Earth sleeps
quiet
___________

May.27.2022

Placed Fourth

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

The Status Quo

I got this feeling,
I can't seem to shake.
   Hope I didn't scare you,
My mistake.

   I keep believing, to once
Again, see your face.
   I know everyone thinks
I'm just a nut case.

   This is real to me, 
It still feels new.
   I can't seem to get
Over, missing you.

   Sometimes I wonder why
You don't call.
   Then reality seeps in
And I remember it all.

   With you gone the world
Such an ugly place.
   Betrayal, lies the games,
A slap in the face.

   No more sun, my world
A constant rain.
   Ticket in hand, A seat
On the crazy train.

   You never gave me
The chance to blink.
   The look in your eyes
As you watched me sink.

   I can't believe our love
Slipped from my hand.
   I cannot comprehend
What I don't understand.

   I'm a lost cause, 
I want to escape.
   Darkness surrounds me
In its invisible cape.

   I'm spiraling down,
In a nose dive.
   No way out, 
I'm buried alive.

   It is more than a tragedy,
Well, I think so.
   A love gone south,
The old status quo.

   Turbo1904?

String of Haiku

PURPLE SHADOWS

amethyst moonlight
farewell to warm summer nights
bathed in crystal aura


PULSE OF  LIFE

hawthorn root grows deep
anchored to Mother Earth's heart
silent pulse of life


THAT'S LIFE

high expectations
a catastrophic nose dive
getting used to this


To be absolutely correct haiku and tanka need no capitalisation or full stop.
Am altering my submissions accordingly.

Aint No Half Assed Love

Love is a lot like swimming. 
Some people dip their foot in 
before deciding if it’s okay, 
others just nose dive straight 
into the deep end. 
I am one of those reckless divers, 
barely remembering to take a breath
before I tumble in. 
I have never done anything half assed, 
especially drowning in your love. 
I hope I’m buried disheveled, 
loved 
and full of adventures passed.

I Lost No Friend

Flying high unsighted 
nose dive unflighted 
true colours sighted 
you and I divided 

When all was well
was surrounded by clowns,
so when I fell 
laughter their sound 

It's all about them 
time and again
they lost a friend 
I, lost them, 
I  lost no friend 

selfish people are only on their own side,
it's simple to see when you nose dive,
deadwood you carried bringing you strife, 
said good, true colours, sound you can't sight

Smoke Signals

I am a nobody,
With nowhere to go,
and aimless vessel.
Taught with steam,
no release in sight.

Raw emotionally,
A once lit cigarette,
Now a bent and burnt butt.
Crushed among ashes,
Snuffed out flame.

My head spinning,
Nose dive, spiraling.
Crashing down around me.
Again, into an ash pit
To finish smoldering.

Sending smoke signals,
Whispy remnants rise,
Reminders of what was alive.
A spark, caught fire, burned hot
Breathed me in then put me out.

A dream of release,
Delivered by smoke,
Free from this perpetual pain.
Lifted up to freedom,
Smoke carries me away.

Hear me.

Nose Dive

He tried his best
to destroy it,
Shambhala,
the city in the sky.

No dark one
can touch
what the light 
controls;
so when he
dropped the bomb,
it ricocheted backwards;
sent him into 
a nose dive
to hardened ground.

Darkness will never
conquer the light;
light blinds the eyes
that reject it’s grace;
the dark collects it’s debris
to save face.

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