Parachutes Poems - Poems about Parachutes

Parachutes, Gates, and Mouth’s Written: by Miracle Man 2006/2021 A parachute makes man light as a feather, Just a sudden jerk and then you float. It works the same regardless of weather, but failing to open there’s no antidote. “A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open.” Frank Zappa In truth, both are not found to be...

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This past summer I had taken some time to begin reading a newly acquired book, and went to a nearby park to do so. Sometime thereafter I took a break from reading and noticed a gray mini-van pull into the parking lot. In short order, a young mother and her two young children,...

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Wet leaves glisten on the bough. Crystal dewdrops drip down, fall slo-mo, each parachuting on a tiny halo to kiss the damp grass below!...

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First leaves of autumn. Slow parachutes this morning almost at the curb. Donal Mahoney...

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Two men left the airplane without parachutes One was a young student not too bright and out for fun He had sport sneakers on when he departed The old guy wore heavy worker boots as a rule Took one small step at a time when flying In fear that he might fall He was coming down with a cold or flu...

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floating on a dying whisper blowing slowly upon the breath one flower blossoming colour of sunshine one blow cotton like parachutes on a gentle breeze kissing upon a wish whispered keep guessing beautiful within one's mind as the last one blows watching them floating out of vision love me not flirting dreams on the breeze landed in love a fairytale you do love me love me not...

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I sit before my snow framed window, watching thick flakes drop from the dark sky, parachutes that disappear into the calm white sea below me. The light is fading framing a reflection, I see myself glazing, still like a photograph, inside, I drift back to the watery place by the Black Sea. I can’t remember that moment in detail, when I...

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A family picnic outing on the lawn, Granny’s hair like dandelions in sun – silver filaments, a childhood toy. A puff of breath, the seedlets fly the way the morning’s breeze has gone. Memories wind-borne on the sky....

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Love is whispered and not forgotten If this be so I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope I of no past collection hold thought To forget is gruesome and beautiful My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of...

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Parachutes and pillboxes clamor, such a colorful rumba of mood elevators locked in time- released buffers. They can't wait, they can't wait for the future, with stanisodium fluoride and beta blockers, humming walls of dazzle in high-def, explosions and collisions in rich clarity with those smug ties and flirty personas. Clearly those farmers didn't want freedom enough if they weren't happy being blown into confetti in a grand unveiling of...

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Butterflies land on Bunches of flowers with their Parachutes of wings...

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noontime rain gladdens the heart so, leaves sway, glisten upon the bough, as moist crystals drip and fall slo-mo, each parachuting on a mini-rainbow, ...

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Your eyes have gone empty as earthenware. There are no more tragedies, no selections, no decrees. There are just faces numbed or edged to laughter: old stories of expediency, slow dancing to mechanical music. All things turn ocher and eggshell. It is hard to believe in anything, yet we persist, honoring stones crumbling to the hug of weeds. We are akimbo in the night,...

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