Parachuting Poems | Examples

The Hill-top Tree

I plant a tree on top of the hill
and there it stood still
I water it with my tears
and it kept blooming throughout the year 
and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere
and its trunks is parachuting into the sky
but its main root is getting dry
cause no more tears are left in my eyes
the hill top tree has a short destiny
its fibrous roots are withering
and the people cannot sing.
meet me at the hill top tree
I have an important message for thee
Gather the team and come
before the mid-night hour is done
The cuts are deep and everyone is
loosing precious sleep  for the
tree root runs deep in the ground
and suspicions are swelling around 
You have to hold onto democracy
before it dies, get aboard the mid-night train
and your life will never be the same
the heart is were good deeds grow
and from the abundance of the heart
your emotion flows 
meet me on top of the hill
I just want to sing.

The symbol in the Sky

Write a story for me about the symbol in the sky and how the moon orbits the earth in twenty seven point three days, when the universe was wide awake. Write a story for me that entail the image of a rocket parachuting in the sky and how mankind breached the black hole and venture out into the deep. Listened to the vibrating sound of men in boots marching on an axis and holding on to gravity. Toss the ball in the sky and circle the stars before you die. Float with the moving clouds and examine the portion close to the ground. A new heaven is born and you can see the elements clearly before the break of dawn. Set up a giant telescope on top of the hill and tell your friends and neighbor that the moon is moving in a sphere so hurry and capture the signal while it is near. Punch a hole into the ground and watch the laser beam moving around spilling magnetic energy on the ground, it is something that you have never seen it must have evolved out of a dream come a little closer to the center where the clouds is moving rapidly around the circumference of time.
 
I have been gazing  at the symbol moving  slowly in the night sky.

Prickles the Gust

“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.

The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do, calls for fingernails-on-chalkboard rain,
for the bad-wolf-wind, for lightning, insane.

“Toodle-loo,” says each spiderling-leaf, parachuting to earth.
They make such a scene; whirligig and wandering,
each drenched in colloquial colors, memorable, forsaken.

Each one in turn catches a potential eye even as it lands
in puddles, whirling and twirling, a final splash. They mourn
as blends of orange, yellow and red bleed into the stream.

Undignified, decomposing, going under, all poetry spent,
dwarfing and drifting; washed away down the drain.
Spring regeneration haphazardly avoids loose-leaf goosebumps.

I Used To Be A Jumper In My Doc Marten Boots

I used to jump from aeroplanes
Naked
With nothing
But a parachute
A prayer
And a pair of Doc Marten boots

I've landed in some strange places
Once in a chair
Once or twice in the mud
A Woman once
I said will you?
She said no!
But she meant yes
I guess?
One time I fell through a roof
And landed in someone's bed!
The husband wasn't very pleased
I can't repeat what he said
But I learned a few new words

Once I fell into a hole
Then I realised someone had died
I couldn't wait to get out
As shouted'',Help!!!!''.
I fell in a well
Well that's another story
To tell
I even landed in a stolen car
But I didn't get far
I once dropped into a giant cooking pot ouch!!
Boy, it was hot!

One time in a church
The Vicar said  ''Do you''?
I said I do
Two sugars no milk, please

I was awarded a medal, with a pin
But it gave me an infection
And ended up in a hospital bed
Got really ill and had to stay in
I had to stop parachuting
But I still have my Doc Marten boots
Don't dare tell you where I hanged them from
Ahh, life's full of surprises
I think, I'll buy a Army tank
See where that gets me.

From The Icy Clouds

a
snowflake
while
falling
twirling  
spinning around
thus
parachuting
unto
the
sacred 
ground
thus
uplifting 
the 
call of winter
found
unto
the 
sacred ground
from
the 
icy clouds

64, Many More for Wren!

64, Many More for Wren
We belatedly sing,
Uncork a bottle of wine,
For Jen “Teetotaling”,
We imbibe Jen Joy sunshine!
Annapolis is gaining as less “NYing”,
Jen Wren for out loud “Whinin’”,
Rick & you go out dining,
Listen to music that’s fine,
On the Bay, enjoy sailing,
To Darby, Rickie & Sean be benign,
Worse than a NY storm is taxi hailing,
Dress to the 9’s, with Rick align,
Parachuting, Mountain scaling,
64 is only the beginnin’,
Know when tight roping,
C# or B Flat endnin’,
Light a candle, Offkey singing,
Barbara & I Luv Yah without margin!

My Court Date Awaits

Flying a kite in an electrical storm
      Frying an egg in the desert sand
   Parachuting into a big, red barn
      Pitching a tent in quicksand

   My army training prepared me well
      Stayed calm midst crises, never yelled
   The consummate pro... 'til I babysat five kids one night
      Said, "Go to sleep now, kids," and turned out the lights

The Brave

The brave soldier

Had an accident when parachuting 
in Afghanistan,
ended up in a wheelchair he did.
He became a writer instead.
He was lucky to have a wife who helped him
when the going got tough.
Tragedy struck his wife got Alzheimer
sent to a nursing home, he could not cope
The poet struggled alone
he lives in a friendly country like Denmark.
Two nurses come, help him every day
to do the chores.
He is free to write. wonderful poems
but he pines for his wife, the night is long
as he waits for dawn.

Just For Fun

sparkling sprinkling splashy sizzling serendipity with sass,
practically parachuting, popularity surpassing prime’s overpass
bibbity bobbity boo beyond belief, begetting bionic bass,
making mysterious melody in my mind’s mass

November Time Slip

It snowed last night;
taking out the trash,
there I am, dozing in a garden swing set
deep within July.

It could be another year.
July in a London park
lying next to her,
wisps of gentleness in a public place,
dandelion seeds parachuting upwards.
Snow falls onto my eyelids.

The trash I am hefting
is from Madrid
there are straw hats and the ruins
of several cathedrals in it.
It should be heavier
but the Iberian condors add a weightlessness
to all things too heavy to bear
across a snowy backyard asphalt.

Chill bones rattle on the swing set,
icicles weep from its wrought iron frame.

She is singing in the kitchen,
coral lips savoring what she has yet to cook.

A skein of geese are crossing over
heaped frozen spires.

Summer shorts and a T
rustle in a summer breeze, then freeze.

Whipping Post

Whipping post

Didn't  you watch the on coming storm,  alchalic words ! blew
Dry into my wired mouth , the art of conversation is stilled, while
Your streets soon boiled in fury  , watched by A Queen in her linen and volts
A Doppler Queen, who feasted on broken wombs, swilled down,
Eased in its swallow, phlegm tears of the poor, street dogs
Tired eyes decades in the ruining, dripped like damp ochre leaves
Metal, stone, burned, smelt like flesh off the bone, her veil held dignity
Washed in a puss of lies, psalms hidden, in heavy false books.


And I watch through tired eyes of decades,
the crinkle cut ochre leaves parachuting gently
and with no choice to ground.
The tree has become seasoned and not opaque anymore, 
in a light breeze its finger like twigs snap open the clear view beyond
And, i wonder, how many leaves have fallen pointlessly from my tree
Clearly the amount of leaves left swaying on my branches are foremost
In my waking dreams, thoughts, my roots still, and firmly covered.

The Village Pie

It is baking in the sun, and the people are having fun,
Everyone gather around to see the village pie with a special message
underneath the silver line and the long awaited verdict wrapped up inside. The outer edges are lined with gold and a summit parachuting above its head, the children are having fun and the men are drinking rum punch. The cheese cake is waiting at the gate and the guests are ten minutes late. They baked it underneath the earth with firewood and dirt, and the pompom girls danced around flinging up their golden short skirt.The men on the side lift up their hand signaling their interest and pride with a colorful banner in their hand waving at the crowd around the village pie. Mouths are watering and the heaven is sinking in a cool air is blowing from side to side and the village salutes its final pride.The village pie is baking in the sun.

Dance the Doom Off

Dance the doom off

You cannot be sad
Sadness, I Believe Its not meant for you
You shouldn't feel so bad
You can be bald or hard
But doesn't make you bad

A dancer
Feels not the pain in motion
Parachuting the yellow
And in turn hello to the world

You are a dancer
Your dancing techniques 
Can make the president preside not
And live his term watching those steps
So you can really dance it
Common.... dance the doom off

Let the joy shower on you, flower!
Live your life laughing
Smiling on a sunny day shyly
Be bother less about the burden
And live it highly

Wealthy people have wealth
Humble people have honour
A dancer like you have all
You can dance to praise
Or praise to pray
And the pain can be dance off
Common, Dance the doom off!

Yusuf Najat

The Octopi Jars

The Octopi Jars
by Michael R. Burch

Long-vacant eyes
now lodged in clear glass,
a-swim with pale arms
as delicate as angels'...

you are beyond all hope
of salvage now...
and yet I would pause,
no fear!,
to once touch
your arcane beaks...

I, more alien than you
to this imprismed world,
notice, most of all,
the scratches on the inside surfaces
of your hermetic cells...

and I remember documentaries
of albino Houdinis
slipping like wraiths
over the walls of shipboard aquariums,
slipping down decks'
brine-lubricated planks,
spilling jubilantly into the dark sea,
parachuting through clouds of pallid ammonia...

and I know now in life you were unlike me:
your imprisonment was never voluntary.

Originally published by Triplopia and The Poetic Musings of Sam Hudson. Keywords/Tags: Octopus, Octopi, Medusa, Sea Angel, Angel, Angels, Nature, Sea, Ocean, Aquarium, Aliens, Imprisonment, Prison, Boat, Ship, Ships, Shipwreck, Animal

Blowing In the Wind

Nature- 
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous."  Aristole


I watch them rise on a warm zephyr breeze
like pirouetting ballerinas
spinning and twirling in mid air
in white gossamer tutus. 
Small dandelion clocks
are parachuting
onto the ground -
nature’s way
to spread
seeds


05/21/20

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