#soaring
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
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
You dig a hole deeper than what gravity can hold down;
put your phone down – making those comments just to
ring the crowd up.
You’ll never fly any higher than an ostrich; but you play
their popular myth, when you bury your head in the dirt –
to cover up your face, with false scales of makeup making
up your worth.
Maybe as I missed the translation of when someone says,
“bed” to the word bird – to believe you rest in the nest
of your fears; never to leave that habitat, to soar above
the world.
Seems a habit not to face your fears –
_sitting on your wings!_
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
the wind picks me up
my thoughts all drifting away
i am free once more
my body is soaring
i am aproaching the clouds
i leave my cares home
welcoming the air
sweet release of oxygen
my brain is numb now
falling from the sky
plummeting towards the below
my bed jumps slightly
i look up again
at the distant sky above
i am wingless now
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
some dream of warmth
some dream of flying
some spend mornings lying
balancing on the edge
between sleep and awake
half dreamt images
of dancing flames
closeness
heat warming their face
or lingering sensations
of falling
remembering soaring
through the sky
meeting someone
share the dream
such a rarity
find and be found
instead of searching
the reason we search
few words needed
when minds mere touch
feel like home
to know already
the smile in your voice
to words not said
the touch of your hand
in mine
without holding
few words needed
none allowed
to share a dream
is unspoken
there had been signs to indicate
you too hid matches in your coat
if one were to find them now
others not to be ignored
remember
tasting on your skin
a silent longing for
someone to share your skies
nothing now in your eyes
but squinting back to see
attempts at finding
wordless answers
some do not remember dreams
they have but half dreamt images
lingering sensations
if you had but asked
if only I had shared
I never wanted flying
I dream of fires
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
saw an eagle on
the ground rotting flesh broken
feathers soaring high
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:14 AM UTC
🦋 Fluttering Butterflies 🦋
high and free
Flapping their
wings so Beautifully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
Just Watch and see how
they float and they soar,
Gliding in the winds,
of the great outdoors!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
There beauty is exquisite
as you can see
As they soar in the wind
so Gracefully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
B.R.
Date: 9/12/2024
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 7:31 PM UTC
Waves, cutting snow, soaring star beams incomplete
From the ocean lows to the burning hot asphalt sharp beneath
And in running these risers with both fire and ferocity shown
Burn brighter than moons and more fervently than fires
Over a misty river breath breathed out all at once alone
Just as rings of power are now deadened by time
I cannot even begin to describe
These feelings of mine
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
Soaring through the clouds
The hawk observes his next meal
Dropping in to dine
Brian Hill - 2019 # 325
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
silent is the night,
for the creatures of day
in this kingdom of shadow
are with eyes shut tight.
all but the lone,
the restless in the sky,
searching; observing;
soaring high and high.
all but the owl,
alone in the night.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
A killer spread his wings above my sky
Falcon from the top of the hill
Nested so close
I'm watching him soar
knowing
We are all prey
No one cares about the killers anymore
The silence is his gold
Speed in his blood
He keeps me doing what i want
Keeping my eye up in the sky
As he watches me
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
You had to
Shoot me down
As I was a bird
Flying to soar
And you did not want
Others learning how
To fly away anymore.
Just like the barn owl
Ever the ethereal nun
Kneeling in the branches
Closer to the warmth of the sun
Spreading butterflies
Far away from your aim
With heavy huntress chastise
Away from your cold plain.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
How and why is it birds can fly
What do they see, when they're up in the sky
So high, up above, and playing amongst clouds
Floating and soaring without any crowds
Finding the wind, to be their best friend
Having no fear of falling, never finding the end
Being free in the sky is a wonderful sensation
I can only see and feel it, in my mind's imagination
I imagine myself with a beautiful pair of wings
Finding solitude and beauty as only flying can bring...
Brian Hill - 2019#124
Inspired by watching the birds doing their thing...
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
It is okay to be grounded
This is something i must tell my soaring heart
Every second of every day.
When the world seems to open to you
Like it’s yours for the taking,
“Oh, but you must hold back”
That is something that I wasn’t used to hearing
For I was the one who had to make my own path
And holding back was never an option for me
I was told to always bite my tongue and never let others understand what I was feeling
So the expression of words got stuck in my mind
And could only be freed when I placed a pencil in my hand
It is okay to be grounded
This is something I tell others
When they worry about where life may take them
I still have no idea where my own life is taking me
But every second of every day
I must tell my soaring heart it is okay.
This will all be okay one day,
And perhaps my okay is different from yours
But one day it’ll all work out
You’ll get the promotion you always talked about
And maybe we’ll fall in love
And have a nice colonial somewhere we make our own
But for now we must tell our hearts that while it is okay to dream
We can stay grounded for the time being
Until we both sprout wings and have the ability to soar
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
_How high can I fly
Before I fall?_
A question, from my lips
You'll never recall.
For in whatever you may call
My life
I had always been drowning
Every smile
Laced with misery
Every connection
Developed from my energy
Every word
__Every word__
Full of honesty
You know
The reason why
You see me there
Everywhere
And yet
I am always not there
Is because
With every interaction
That I make
There is nothing that is shared
Only held
And then abandoned.
*How high can I fly
Before I fall?*
The question is easily answered.
I am already drowning
Drowning in everywhere I am
And everywhere I am not.
The real question is,
How long
And when,
Til I land?
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
In the sky with the birds, with the clouds and their kisses
The sunlight envelopes her in a kaleidoscope of hues.
Soaring, dancing, floating, swooping.
Freedom.
Bubbles in her chest, patterns of excitement on her face.
She is whole.
POP! And she comes crashing down,
With chains around her, until she fights and flies again.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Are you a witness of the precise moment
on that very proverbial, unpredictable day
when everyone did mind the gap
but the Ramadan moon took a step?
None could time it at first, as if it got out
from a black hole or an uncharted water well:
down the trail, who can tell?
Now a day or two is gone, has passed by.
The moon is in the fast lane soaring high,
and fills the orb with serene soft light.
Ah, buddies catch up, the suave fireflies.
Tons of these stay awake in the night.
Before they fly away, vanishing afar
into the epic portion of the night.
A confluence down the black moon,
only to catch a glimpse of any pattern:
a morning star or a forming pin bar,
a slice of light on a gingerly lit chart.
Premiering the Eid moon’s first blush.
Yet, if only one can time it, when will it flash?
Deep down a black moon, all eyes black out.
Still, how can one sigh though? Ah,
the unpredictable black moon, should it show
just a peek, showers the earth with Eid’s joy!
Will it show up in no time, far from the sight—
galaxies light up the shady nook of night.
A houri in the Eden rings the alarm.
The veiled bunch of fairies push the sky.
Every star throws its hat, only to tell first
when a crescent moon will crop up
And with the first spill of moonlight,
topflight it goes, pushing the boat out!
A walk down the black moon
without a light or water gone into the blue,
As though walking dead, blindfolded.
No pattern, decimals of Pi undefined by design,
but spot on gets to the apex spike!
There’s still an unmarked blank space
the light on this way doesn’t paint.
And this time, the time won’t tell
is there anyone who can is anyone’s guess.
So should the houri dare to run, then
cherubic she be on her flawless flaw,
rushes to ask the Queen of Heaven!
Oh, good luck to her, a wild one.
Time the black moon, its first glance
precisely when the Eid moon will crop up.
Enlighten us, we are more than curious.
Tell us, too—don’t just tweet it to the stars.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Fly birdies, fly. We'll fly real high. we'll soar through the sky.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC