Plane Poems - Poems about Plane

I shan’t think a landing is sound That leaves both a ditch and a mound. A plane should align, Like steak with good wine, To kiss, not to crush, with the ground. ...

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If I was meant to fly I'd have feathers and wings. For being naked, no lift-off brings. Instead I try to use sticks, feathers, paper and strings, like Icarus, and the Wright Brothers, Wilbur and Orville, to soar aloft by mechanical means. These machines scare the birds with their obscene vile roar. They eventually break the sound barrier and boom. Now I...

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Watching a film on a plane Is the perfect distraction for me, For aside from the pleasure I gain, From anxiety I am set free. If I’m lucky, the movie is one That I’ve wanted to see but had missed, So as soon as the picture’s begun, It gets crossed off my need-to-see list. When it’s over and time has flown past, I won’t...

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Paper plane, fragile architect of childhood dreams, folded hope, creased ambition, a fleeting geometry against the sky. Not metal, not roaring engine, just the whisper of a breath, a delicate defiance of gravity's heavy hand. We launch you from rooftops, from classroom windows, from the precipice of "what if," each fold a silent prayer, each arc a measure of our own...

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In two weeks, the Loy Krathong will begin. 12th in the Lunar calendar, atone for a sin. Floating specks, like us but in the sky. The stars or the lanterns; fault of the eye. To beg for forgiveness to an imaginary friend. Hence the offerings galore faithful until the end. No one has seen Or known our humanely ruin; but we have fantasized. We still have mosaics, delusions, excuses, never considering if they were lies. There is...

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Friendly meeting on the plane When I am traveling by plane I like to sit by the window To see the sky’s land, the life The forgotten atmosphere Te hoped just the way there is It is good to live there, above life Far from mortal life, just the skylight The enjoyable pure space of life. I didn’t buy the seat. No seat reservation I...

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I live in the flight path of fifty to one hundred planes a day Very rarely do my dogs look up now They think it is normal for the sky to sound like a 747 Today was an exception We all looked up A plane sounded like she needed a muffler I thought it would be a small plane It was a...

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Are signals being cross Causing the airplanes to crash Or just drop from the skies Something is very wrong and I won't be flying NO TIME SOON...

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Hopin' and flyin' high Still somethin' was amiss, Just you know why ... It had to end like this Not fade away a shining star With three million records sold, Yet, silent fell his guitar ... And, glasses rest infold A sound never to be heard Soon after that final show, Boy, give us a clue, a word Maybe one day we'll know What happened that...

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February 3, 1959 plane crash Clear Lake, Iowa the day the music died ...

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Out of thick darkness I see the world of good deeds In a paper plane.       ...

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Eight hours cooped up in a plane entubed in fuselage can put a strain on buttocks squeezed into a seat with no stretching room for feet. Add to that the high-pitched cry of a backseat woman’s brat and I began to wonder: Was I in a plane or a tube undergoing an inflight MRI?...

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A plane is soaring overhead Against a bright blue sky. I wonder who the people are Who chose this day to fly? Some relatives about to land In time to share a meal, On this eve before a holiday Both somber and surreal? Or some business folk returning home From meetings out-of-town, Reuniting with their families, Looking just to settle down? Or some tourists on a long-planned...

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A plane may crash, A shark could bite And Covid might be lurking. A knife could slash When out at night; A subway could stop working. A boat could sink, A river flood, An elevator trap you; The booze you drink May cause your blood (If it’s been spiked) to zap you. Yet if you live Expecting these And stay home as protection, The vibes you give Won’t ever please And you...

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I heard footsteps approaching, and two knocks on my door. I thought it was Oluchi, an angel recreated in human form. I opened with curiosity to behold my priceless gem. Stretching my hands to her waist, I felt the thick darkness in my palms. “Who's there?” A cool breeze greeted me, leaving the dazzling moon to gaze at me. Is it...

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