#flight poems on Hello Poetry

Lostling Mar 15

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 winters 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 _____?

Fantasy, the kind you dream,
_.
In a world where all comes true,
_.
Just like a story book,
_.
Floating, flying, hovering,
_.
Everything is good,
_.

Half a poem, all the weight of a full one.

#blanks #poem #writing #stories #love #flight #books #dreams

MetaVerse Jan 26

Flying in Falling

Flying in falling
Softly snow, five blue pigeons
And a white pigeon.

#snow #birds #pigeons #winter #weather #haiku #flight #falling

Robert Jan 19

Child of light

Cling to me oh gracious child of light.
Spread thy wings and carry me into flight.
Let thy warmth cover every hurt I have.
Give me a pebble, a grain, of hope to grab.
Bust my stoneful heart that weighs me down.
Free me from sorrow so that I may not drown.
I yield it all to you, oh sweet child of light.
For I have simply lost the will to fight this fight.

I hope your days are bright and filled with happiness and love.

#hope #melancholy #light #flight

Robert Jan 12

The dove in the oak

Oh dove, oh dove from yonder oak tree.
Hearken your eyes to gaze upon me.
Lend thy wings, in which grant you flight.
So that I might gaze down at the world tonight
Soar with me, in clouds of gray.
The two of us, together, searching for the suns ray.

Oh dove, oh dove from yonder oak tree.
Grant me courage, so that I may not flee
Give me hope, and the power to do what's right.
For right now, I wave a banner of white.
so grant me solace, and sleep on this day.
Oh dove, oh dove perched high on the oak, I hope you stay.

Hope your day, or night, is filled with positivity and genuine happiness.

#longing #doves #flight #gray