Short Flying A Kite Poems

love is like flying a kite ~ letting out too much string ~ risks losing it


Susan Ashley
March 17, 2018...

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Kamala Harris laughed outright
At Donald Trump flying his kite
For Trump's ding-a-ling
Was caught in the string
The only up Trump had all night...

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Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
   I was flying a kite.

          *

    Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper 
    lamp has come for a sail.

           *

    The long night-
I was ready to handover my
    family silver to moon.


Satish Verma...

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                      Spring

In the Spring some flowers grow
And the waters will flow
The grass is wet with rain
Beautiful flowers we will gain
The sun is a beautiful sight
Children out flying their kite
 that is what i call Spring

Written by: Terah Fortner

Date Written: 5-8-2020...

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There was a man from Zweite 
Who liked to fly his kite
On each muggy day
The man would say
'Oh, how I miss the flight!'


There was a man named White
Who used to fly his kite
But during a break
He made a mistake
What a terrible day for White




5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019...

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In the exuberant morning sun
Showcasing the self was an obsession
Cricket swimming jumping very high
Flying the kite high up in the blue sky

In the mellow glee of afternoon
Seeing and waiting is the mind's moon
Around your neck my arms in a loop
Relaxing happily in Poetry Soup
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February 15, 2016...

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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...

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Standing stones in a field of green
Countless lives, broken dreams
Where is the child
Lost to the years

Bicycle rides, flying a kite
A new dawns brightness, a twinkie’s first bite
The innocence of the youngster
A river of tears

Child grows and goes off to school
There he’s taught the golden rule
While behind their masks,idology and cries
They neglect to mention sometimes people die...

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The mountains look down their nose at us all.
With disdain they find the facts of mans fall.

They remember those who climbed their north face.
Made it to the top then to outer space.

If only we knew just what we would find.
Alien spieces of the divine kind?

Maybe we should stick to a simple thing.
Like flying a kite or learning to sing.

There is a reason we must sieze the day. 
before they find a new fangled way!...

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By conviction you claim you've won dont be surprised it
only valid in your eyes I didnt say go but you did with out
my say so yes I know it's just a game yet your excuses 
are very lame. If were to play I suggest a bit of obedience
here today yes I'm a bit up tight I could be out flying a kite
instead Im here oh dear let just be done with it. One more
time here we go now look its ruined once more Simon will 
never say a word again....

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A picture-perfect day for flying a kite
  The sky was blue, not a cloud to be seen
Sunshine fairly sparkled on the snowy white sheen
  that covered the meadow, the hard ground beneath
    as the little boy drew the shiny new kite from its sheath

Nobody'd told him folks don't fly kites in the cold
  And come to think of it, such wisdom's too old
to stand up to the spirit and gumption of a lad
  ~ who's got an Alpine ski-jumper for a dad...

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I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking,
digging the gold from the pit.

Footwears of dead men were
heaped into a pile when
god was praying.

Was it a perceived tragedy
of a man drawing doodles
to offset the sunset ?

You were alone, dousing
the fire and shaping the clay. The
hamlet was less inclined to intercede.

Your flesh slips from my hands
for a rebirth. I was flying a kite.
I was dead before you were born again.


Satish Verma...

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Running...running through vacant hills of prose..
Behind me, see the words trailing...
Unseen, unspoken, unwritten, wanting to soar...
Whipping behind me on a chain of hope...
My words, my voice, my heart...unlaunched...
Needing to flee, ready to be set free, seeking the sky
Yearning to fly.....
Perhaps today's fair weather will provide...
Perhaps tomorrow's ....
It will take the heavenly breezes... 
That magic gust of wind to make them sail...

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a feeble attempt at flying a kite,
i do not care i forget my troubles
the world is arsenic
the environment is sulfuric
intentions are mostly criminal
yet and still the wind is right and the kite beautifies the ambiance
the sky itself smiles at the breathtaking vision of grandeur
the embodiment of my body becomes calm and still
all that weighs me down dissolves and the wholeness of me becomes lighter
it is all due to my feeble attempt at flying a kite...

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The wind on top of the mountain
Is just right for flying my kite.
No, it’s not a store bought item
I made it from old newspapers,
Elmer’s glue and old balsa wood
Spine and spar sticks from last years kite.
Now here I am again ready
To launch it on its maiden flight.
I hope the tail isn’t too long;
The bridle string is sufficient.
Well, here goes! Come on baby fly!
That’s it! You want more string? Up! Up!
Easy does it! Straighten out babe!
That’s it! That’s it! You’re on your own....

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