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my wriggling
dory in
nautical wine
that attested
my craw
with my
line high
now artistry
win a
bite-sized cling
that naturally
could sing
and dance
with the
air and
rhythm of
its strand
You make me want to fly
way up in the sky
like the stars at night
you are my beautiful flight
you set me on fire
but I can't get higher
then the sky
that I shall fly
Thorns 6d
You fly away leaving your past behind

Soaring through the clouds

Reaching unbelievable heights
Because that's all this is an unbelievable dream

A vision of leaving the past behind

A dream of taking flight and getting away
Free as bird

If only you could fly away
I wish I could fly away...
Singing up on the fly,
the sea touches the cloud.
Dancing on the ground,
it won't slip off the floor,
it won’t drop a drop!
Curiously algorithmic,
runs on the go
leaps or dips, but never
is a gone goose!
Programmed clouds
sing and drop!
Latifah Nov 4
I don’t see your soul
Through your eyes
I see birds
Birds that want to fly
So high
So far
But too scared
To fall
And die.
Kimberly Nov 4
One night she dreamed a ***** on the wall
Tendrils of night slithered from without
Panic clutched her hand and gave a pull
Shattering the silence with a single shout

The next night it was a gaping hole
Ink on water it spread faster and faster
She stared transfixed, her breath it stole
And surfaced with her thoughts a little clearer

This night it wasn’t a surprise
When she slept and fell into the dark
The air around her skin were jagged ice
Gone without a trace, no clues to mark

Eons have passed and it is still night
Abandoned the fall to the art of flying
In pinpricks of stars her wings alight
She stayed in the ***** on the wall, dreaming.
Wouldn’t you want to be stuck in a good dream?
KM Hanslik Nov 3
We knew what we grew from,
but not what we grew into;
we were getting lost along the way,
we dipped our toes in glory and found it empty
empty like the end of beaches
letting water wash their edges away and wear them down into smaller pieces.
I wear my heart under my sleeve,
still not where it's supposed to be but not left out for the wolves anymore;
the smell of blood travels far at night, and I don't know how to cover it up properly,
I find comfort in strange places
sometimes it is the air beneath my wings and sometimes it tethers me.
I am a bird without cause, I can fly but sometimes I forget to do so,
sometimes we lose sight of what we are capable of,
sometimes night turns to day and we don't notice.

Boy you were right,
the timing never did anything to strengthen our bones;
my head has nests in it but I think I like it that way.
please don't call me out on all my weaknesses,
I guess I can figure them out for myself
...or maybe not,
maybe my head needs cleaned out,
I was always so good at putting other people's things in order.
Silverflame Oct 31
The porcelain bird flew so very high
until its neck encountered with the ground.
From the windowsill to the edge of night
it died alone; with no one else around.
Imanuel Baca Oct 30
You love the way I do.
You come crashing down so hard.
Falling, falling into the abyss,
Just hoping someone will catch you.
You don't know how to stop
Or is you don't want to?
You stare into their eyes.
Like standing on the edge.
You lean to close and fall,
Tumbling down those mahogany cliffs.
You need only affection, touch
Closeness, reality, a person to see you.
Like a baby bird you heart is tender
It needs to be held and warmed
Alone and cold it freezes,
And never learns to fly.
I know how you love,
Don't you ever wonder why?
Because I love the way,
And you love the way I do.
Sometimes its better to love someone from a distance. After all the fire provides us warmth but it can burn us just the same. On a more human note I am terrified to post these kinds of poems because they come straight from my heart. Let me know you like them and want me to post more.
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