Wings Poems - Poems about Wings

(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 caterpillar to the butterfly, flitting overhead, "and not stay sitting 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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Yesterday I forgot how to fly. I went to take off and the sky wouldn't take me. Clouds too puffed up to let someone like me into their streets. They must have taken them - my wings. They think I don't belong there. I know because that's where the rest of humanity is - on the ground. Now that I think about...

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May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might ! May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight as you walk the path of love, may you be given sight May your days be courageous lived out to the best and if you...

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Journey through forest of evergreen ecstasy Love is sensual seed planting you planting me Emerald hugs enchanting Hearts that sing fly and denim dream Floating with fuchsia fairy wings Eyes that wink blink purple please Fulfilling needs creating fantasies As breeze from lips to hips curvy and free Blowing mind trees Thoughts fall like leaves Creating a carpet of...

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The Hussars, with wings on their backs, Charged forth, with some truly wild tracks. They'd yell with a shout, "We'll scare the foes out!" Then trip on their feathers, in stacks. ©bfa032125 (Winged Hussars) ...

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It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings, a better place than the usual one, where dreams flow like rivers at dusk, how could anyone enjoy being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by an unrelenting clock, to jump out of bed like a puppet pulled...

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Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon, shadows dancing before your wandering eyes, you cover them with your palm like a mute spell, you scream into the boundless silence, praying to an absent god, but the silence remains an echo-less abyss, no murmur returns and only the void...

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I have loved and been loved, floating on ivory wings of white and pure dreams, traveling through sapphire skies where scarlet ecstasy calls to me in secret, touching silver stars that shine like the hidden desires of the heart, feeling the silky, golden, and lilac joy enveloping my harlequin heart, melting under orange delights that whisper tales of longing, each...

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"As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin." ~ Pablo Neruda When the sky unfurls your silhouette, like moonlight glazed in sequined haze, I breathe the ache, cradle the air~ on tiptoes beneath quivering stars, to taste poetry within your warmth, free-flowing on the sighs of silence, where silken veins mirror tender dreams of...

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