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Malia 8m
four-thousand feet in the air
looking over the edge of the basket,
the feeling of wind in your hair
like a pipe has burst and you’re the gasket.

the feeling we’d feel if the world spun slowly,
if the poor were rich and the rich were lowly,
if the strong were weak and the weak were strong—
when Words are art and art is song.

my cup runneth over, it is filled with ink
and doubts and depths and doublethink
the wool is spun, this mess of thread
is the sunlight, the shadow, the sea in my head,
and i untangle it the one way i know how—
i pick up the pen and i write it all out.
it’s been a while! hello again
Irelyn Thorne Sep 13
Beat me down
Already knew the pain
Hands and legs
Are no match to flame

Past doesn't matter
When days are coming quick
Manipulative people
A twisted game so sick

Reborn--a phoenix
Straight out of the sky
Stronger now
And they'll know the reason why

Spew your venom
And I'll spread my fire
Hurt me again
The flames will grow higher

Flying with wings
In vibrant flashes
So powerful, so beautiful
I'm reborn from the ashes
Took me long enough
Mark Toney Aug 17
You may consider it extremely odd
I’m so easily influenced by a cephalopod
Eight arms, three hearts, blue blood, nine brains
All unique, yet something else remains
The most important fact on which to think?
Cephalopods, like poets, possess special ink


Oh Octopi

Oh Octopi up in the sky
I wonder why you are so high
Don’t mean to pry but please reply
I have to try to reason why
Why are you shy? Why can you fly?
Please tell me why and do not lie

     We're Octopi. On us you spy?
      Imply we're shy? Imply we lie?
       Don't wonder why we’re in the sky
        Do not defy and do not pry
         Do not decry — That’s our reply
           Quickly comply! We do not lie

Oh my, oh my, I'll never pry
I'll not decry nor you defy
I will comply, on me rely
Oh, Octopi up in the sky
You do not lie! So high you fly!
To you I bid adieu — Bye-bye!



© 2024 Mark Toney
Rhyme and Monorhyme. © 2024 Mark Toney. Rhyme (first stanza) — Eight arms, three hearts, blue blood, nine brains, and special ink. If that doesn’t describe a poet I don’t know what does! ;-)
Monorhyme  (Oh Octopi) — Octopuses have eight limbs, of which six are used as “arms,” so I’ve written the Oh Octopi portion with six-line stanzas of eight-syllable lines. Method to my madness? You betcha!
Notes: Originally published 10/24/2024 on PoetrySoup. Linguistically speaking, I acknowledge that the preferred plural of octopus when speaking and writing in English is octopuses. I chose to use octopi since it works better with my monorhyme. Octopi ocassionally appears in published works, but it's seldom used. Mirriam-Webster says, "The -i ending comes from the belief that words of Latin origin should have Latin endings in English (while octopus may ultimately come from Greek it had a stay in New Latin before arriving here) ..."
CantSeeMe Jun 14
they say freedom is to be as free as a bird

independent and strong
not in a cage

they give me 'freedom'
but not how I say

they push me till I am right at the edge
say I need to jump
but I’m not ready to fledge

I know that’s how it works
I’ve seen it multiple times
you jump and you fly
                yeah I do believe that lie

but we are missing one point
my wings aren’t fully grown
now I’m standing on my own
cause I need to do it all alone

so I turn my back and ask

if they could do it one more time
cause I know they can

now I am

just standing on the ground
looking at the birds in the sky
admiring them knowing someday I will try
For me freedom is standing on the ground.
RedSparrow567 Jul 11
Would that I could escape all this pain
I run and run but my body’s still the same
If I could float I could fly leave my body for a time
To know the weightlessness of not being overwhelmed by this constant pain
To flit in the currents of the wind and not feel the whole world around me spin
To run and not tire to walk and not ache
To fit in with the crowds passing by
To relate to them when they complain about what it is like to fly
To fit in without even having to try
Instead of trying so hard to lock it all up inside
Just smile and say your doing fine
And I’m sorry I can’t make it I haven’t got the time
Just to sit inside and cry till all my tears are dry
Wondering what it would be like if I could only fly
MetaVerse Apr 22
The kite's high.
I give it more string.
I give it
All the string.
It takes off
And flies away
And lands
God knows where.
Goodbye!
Up, up and away,
as I soar into the sky,
light as a feather,
with the birds on high,
Oh, watch me fly,
as I spread my wings,
Explore the world, and
the most wonderful things,
The beauty that's within, and
all that it brings,
Just look down, and see
what the world has in store,
as I am exploring,
Who could ask for more,
flying up above this
whole entire nation,
as I am Thankful for
God's Beautiful Creations,
as I look down upon the
lands and the seas,
The monuments,
of the world,
So beautiful to see,
A marvelous sight,
So adorning to me,
as I am airborne,
Flying in my Dreams!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/15/2025
In my dreams,
I am levitating,
light as a feather,
as I am elevating,
my body is rising,
up so very high,
as I am lifted
high up into the sky.
The feeling is
sooooo exhilarating,
just free from it all,
an amazing feeling,
as I am floating
away from the floor,
like an eagle,
spread my wings,
OH, WATCH ME SOAR!!!!, and
Then I wake up,
Thinking what
does this mean???
as I am floating within
my sweetest dreams!!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/9/2025
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.
jewel Mar 3
it is said that
“when once you have tasted flight,
you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward,
for there you have been, and there you will always long to return”
& i have never felt the same way.

the sky: broad & open as it is,
her great blue beauty
will never have the same grit &
smell that dirt gifts me.

i’d rather kneel on the pavement beneath me
than suffer the misery of clipping my wings.
because i’d rather seep into the soil
than have the stratosphere melt away my freedom.
i would have the earth eat my bones
than dissolve as a fleeting cloud

if i ever die,

please turn me into a blade of grass,
amongst mud & rubble,
perhaps in a cemetery
or a meadow.
maybe i’d become a sapling
growing in a park
or a rock, unearthed.

i’d be more at home with that;
tethered to this world
rather than a fleeting moment in the sky
in the air,
in the wind.

this world is mud-luscious &
puddle-wonderful
so the sky cannot be the only
limit
some thoughts i had while on a flight back in 2024.
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025)
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