Short Pilot Poems

Short Pilot Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pilot by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pilot by length and keyword.


Pilot

Flying high he scans the sky,
Fighting hard to destroy such lies,
Always giving the mightest try,
And never asking the reasons why.
war


Premium Member A Pilot of Paper Planes

     Always wanted to be a pilot
       With a paper plane, I tried it

     Guided it into a candle’s flame
       So much for my lifelong aim
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Hotshot Pilot

Hotshot 
Pilot

Did loop
Oh, poop!

Flamed out
No doubt!

He bailed
Chute failed!

Bad chute
Oh, shoot!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Form: Footle

Premium Member Pilot Dad

There once was a pilot from Alpine
Who became a father in month nine
Took her to the hangar
Where inside he did bang ‘er
But like his plane, didn’t pull out in time
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Drunk Pilot

The flight two-o-seven is three hours late.
Drunk pilot exchanged all the maps for his bail.
The lions and tigers will be more than just happy.
The plane has successfully touched Serengeti ;-D
Form: Quatrain


My Pilot Dove

My Pilot Dove

Where is my Pilot Dove?
He went to his hanger;
I can not find him
this brings me anger
He flew away; took our love?
not here with me; He flies above.



McCuen Copyright October 2008
© Mc Mc  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Eap Carrier Pilot.

eap- One navy pilot  sweating out the flag,
as the orange ignites, searing metals shine,
and the jolt aloft, with an fermine whine,
then the falcons queue, then plunge in line,
to the scarlet blooms I can claim as mine.
war
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Pilot

Today you are my pilot Your work I cannot see Excellence of service Means a lot to me Passengers are unaware Such challenges you face You will lead us through it all Traversing place to place
June 1, 2019
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member On Auto Pilot

On auto pilot
Running through verses
That do not make sense
Words running ahead
But none are laughing

All plans on deck
Sitting is hard
Conversation
Makes no sense now

Narcotics
are not for
some people

namely
mostly

me

Pilot Envy

Envy a pilot
     escape gravity's clutches
          for oceans of air.

Manufactured bird
     raucous call and rigid wing,
          momentary flight.

A featherless dance
     in the shadow of a cloud,
          elusive freedom!
© Wayne Sapp  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Divebombed by a Tiny Kamikaze Pilot

Yesterday I was being bombarded
by a tiny annoying buzzing kamikaze pilot
Sounding like a mosquito on speed
it divebombed both of my ears
I swatted at it several times, thinking I would be stung or bitten
Finally caught a glimpse of the aircraft
it was a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
did he think I was a flower?

Auto Pilot

In a daze,
So confused,
Strained emotions,
Heart abused.
Cold and lost,
Struggling through,
Life’s different,
Without you.
Frayed temper,
Torn seams,
I still see you,
In my dreams. 
Abundant memories,
Bittersweet,
You’re in my heart,
Every beat. 
By a thread,
Hanging on,
Auto pilot activated,
Since you’ve been gone.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member This Is Your Pilot Speaking

Under the lamp light 
I found the crying mouth
Though everywhere I walk 
I run into flowers
My hands guided 
By your brimming eyes
My inward pilot
My harried captain 
Is a ghost 
Of what machinery there was
But I 'll do it anyway
I'll lie down on the graves with you
Keep grasping at the grasping
Loving in the darkness
Drawing wings 
On cave walls
Under the lamp light
I found the crying mouth

Pilot and Jesus

Pilot did not know what too do for this man Jesus he never knew for he had been away and 
just returned that very day!When all of the sudden the Romians said he had too decide 
Jesuss fate the Roman did comtiplate!He yelled let the people decide and they screamed put 
him too death the treachory took his breath!Then they hung him on that cross the Lord knew 
this was the cost so the souls of men would not be lost!
Form:

Pilot and Jesus

Pilot did not know what too do for this man Jesus he never knew for he had been away and 
just returned that very day!When all of the sudden the Romians said he had too decide 
Jesuss fate the Roman did comtiplate!He yelled let the people decide and they screamed put 
him too death the treachory took his breath!Then they hung him on that cross the Lord knew 
this was the cost so the souls of men would not be lost!
Form:

Pilot Me

Pilot me…

When I your vessel, get tossed about in the viral sea,
Pilot me,
When my course has strayed and my bearing unsure
Pilot me,
When the clouds have gathered and the waves come rushing in,
Pilot me,
When my fears overtake me and I cling to the wheel,
Pilot me,
When the sun is shining and pleasant shores abound,
Pilot me,
For as in the light, as well the darkness, 
I will always and ever still need Thee,
To pilot me..
© Angel Fire  Create an image from this poem.

The Pilot

The Pilot

The road ahead seems clear and free,
The way so certainly sure.
No obstacle do I anywhere see
To the end, I will surely endure.

So goes the thinking of many this day,
As pride in self is maintained.
No possibility exists for an uncertain way
As self-confidence is daily retained.

That untraveled road cannot be known
Regardless of how smart you may be.
Unless, of course, the course you have been shown
By One Who can everything see.
Form: Rhyme

Birds

Brilliant pilots
With no college certificate, but
Knows all the rudiments to flight;
The escapes, and
Never does crash.
I want to fly like the birds,
Colorful in the sky,
With no buzz as with the plane.
I jumped in the air, but
At once I crashed, and
Bunked my head,
I screamed of pains, and
The sight of the wonderful fleet I lost.
Then in a twinkle little while,
Each party to the fleet
Dropped a bunch of rose on my head.
O! What love untold.

No Pilot

No pilot
The ships in the bay of Cascais
Are waiting for a pilot to take them to port.
They have been there long
A strike by the dock workers take time
In the meantime, the seamen do a little work
Painting here and there but mostly 
Sitting in the sun getting a tan.
The cook is worried he needs a supply of food
No more vegetable left except the canned stuff.
He has frozen meat, but not enough of it
Should the strike last.
He sighs and drinks another coffee

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