Wings Poems - Poems about Wings

One day, i am going to grow wings, And leave this place behind and never look back. One day, i am going to grow wings, And live as myself forever. One day, I an going to grow wings, And be the person I needed then. One day, I am going to grow wings, And not be scared of the height. One day,...

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For Brian Strand's Your Choice X Poetry Contest 10 June 2025 ...

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when will i grow my wings? when i am free? when i am successful? or, when i am dead i scratch off the latter it is not an option anymore i will not die i will not lose myself to the endless void of my mind i will grow my wings with success or with freedom...

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Let us fly on the wings of love, within our hearts, we fly above, on the wings of grace. You shall now be my tender dove, the eternal light of my love, a passionate space. We lie within a crimson light, where love does sing within the night, love sings in this space. We fill the night with love's delight, you are my most wonderful...

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I wrote verses on sullen wings of a lonely lark romantic phrases I had written in perfect rhyme but the avian flew off when night grew dark I wrote no further poetry for the longest time A beautiful blue jay then landed upon my lawn I wrote such sweet prose on his sapphire wings He spent many nights but at the...

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For Charles Messina's The Beatles-Lay It to Me Poetry Contest 2 June 2025 A shadow flits against the blue, A song of freedom, fresh and new. Blackbird singing in the night, Taking all its joyful flight. Through darkest hours, it will ascend, Until the breaking of the end. A call to rise, a hopeful sound, As new beginnings can be found. Song: Black Bird ...

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Melancholy thoughts surround me, as I gaze into the galaxy. Tonight the moon casts deepest shadows over me. The universe encompasses so much of your energy, As I gaze into the galaxy, melancholy thoughts surround me. We were always together you and me, I the clown, you so wise. The twinkling stars remind me of your bright eyes. I...

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Don't know why I couldn't fly When I had the wings and all, Don't know why I didn't try Was I much too afraid to fall Teetering on the bridge that day Arms outstretched, toes to the edge, Then again, who would jump anyway From such a treacherous ledge Looking down from an incredible height My last breath caught in...

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(Inspired by Prince song When Doves Cry) A lonely world, they say, for a boy and a girl. Maybe I'm just too much like my father. Why do we scream at each other? This isn't love's soft pearl. How can I live through this heartache? Another tear will smother. Maybe I'm just too much like my father. We try to live...

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When pigs fly I picture them Pink with white wings They are soft and cuddly I never picture the real pigs The black and white ones with the harsh hair Mud and manure on their snout and hooves I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids They are not large either. They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque Are they wearing clothes? I will have to go...

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"If I were meant to soar up there with you," said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly, fluttering by overhead, "and not stay crawling earthbound here instead, I would have been born with wings, and it will be over my body when dead, akin to a murder of crows, before you'll get me up in one of those funny-looking flying things." ...

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Days beyond memory born in perfection Light unrefracted teasing the sun Time without numbers thought unencumbered Lost in beginnings — never to end (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ...

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My mother's hands are dove wings, gently caressing my cheek, "My beautiful girl," she whispers, and her words peel off me like dead skin, How dare she love this shell, this body that bears the burden of shadows? How dare she kneel in my ruins, planting flowers where only thorns can grow? I wish to open my ribs, to...

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I remember a blessing we were given as first-time parents… that became our parental battle cry: Together may you give your children roots to grow and wings to fly. But having been parents and grandparents for a while now we’ve come to realize two things… about those gifts we give our children…about their roots and wings. Our thinking has evolved as...

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For my parents, I am the son who carries their prayers on his shoulders like wings of light, in a silent dance of stars gathering to build a universe worthy of their love. They say they're lucky to have me, but I'm just an echo of the love I was bathed in. For my younger brother, I am...

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