#flight poems on Hello Poetry

Arii Mar 27

I wander across a silent land
As a miserably lonely man
Following the call of
An early morning bird

With nothing in my head,
And nothing in my hands

The bird, in all its morning cheer
Chirps and trills for all to hear
It sings even though there is no crowd,
Its song is as magnificent as it is loud

It holds its head up, proud and high,
It looks up daringly at the sky,
Like the clouds are challenging it
To fly

It leaves the branch it rested on
Wings spreading as it took off
And I still remain a lonely wight,
But maybe I, too, can take flight.

#birds #nature #flying #wings #flight #sky #clouds #song

neth jones Mar 28

10000 1000

lunch break  fire escape
   seagulls hover  far below
rattled  by stern winds
  thoughts battle  their own nature
no progress  in their flight
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tanka style
original notes :my high perch on ninth /fire escape /the backs of gulls below /flight rattled with wind /no forward progress in flight

#tanka #brevity #nature #thoughts #cold #winter #gulls #birds #heights #flight

Lostling Mar 15

The Swing

As a child I wondered what it'd be like to be an angel
Soaring through the heavens on white feathers, playing golden harps in tune with the whistling of the wind.

And so I stepped onto flightless wings and let their hands guide me to the skies.
I looked up,
Up to where the the clouds floated
Where the winds lifted my hair with mischief and whispered songs of freedom
Where the ground was but a memory miles away
Where my fingertips felt like they could touch the infinite blue

...

Now, as I fall, I think mournfully to myself
What a childish dream it was, to think I could ever leave the shackles of the ground

And yet...
And yet
I find myself 10 again
Waiting for the next brush of heaven

Written on a swing.

#swing #swinging #flight #dreams #childhood

Arii Mar 13

Skyline Words

I always loved the sky.
From its bright sunny blues in the morn’
To its oranges in the evening
To its pinks at early dawn

To the warmth of the sun
To the cool of the rain
To the thunder in the distance
To the snow and the hail

To the fluffy clouds in the day
And stars that shine at night
To the moon and the planets I
Couldn’t reach if I tried.

I always loved the sky.
For I could always become a part of it.

#sky #skies #nature #flight #death

Abbott J Hardison Mar 2

And The Snow Falls

The night is born prematurely,
Becoming one in blistering winds,
The dark crawls,

And the snow falls.

The gallant wings of beauty,
Besieged by winter's bellows,
Left to death as the crow calls,

And the snow falls.

The lonesome oaks tremble,
Bare in the white of creeping cold,
Creaking as they are raked by squalls,

And the snow falls.

Not a lot today.

#night #winds #dark #snow #birds #wings #flight #death #trees #nature

Vianne Lior Feb 20

A Theory of Flight

Winged thing,
bruised blueprint,
longing inked into bone—
how does the sky taste
when you flee instead of follow?

I have seen you—
a breath stolen mid-exhale,
a contradiction unraveling,
a hymn hummed through clenched teeth.
you call it survival.
I call it the ache of knowing
you were never meant to land.

what is wisdom
but a body fluent in exile,
a home that never stays?

tell me—
when the air stills,
when silence sutures your shadow to the dirt,
will you miss the flight,
or
only the myth of almost arriving?

#existence #flight #longing #exile #wisdom #metaphor #freedom #melancholy #arrival #impermanence

Emery Feine Feb 10

"Fly, Bird!"

You look at me in disappointment,
yet you have crushed my wings.
You are now furious at me,
now that I cannot fly.

"No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings."

#bird #fly #wings #crushed #flight #dreams #disappointment #furious

Abbott J Hardison Jan 28

You Left It _____?