"freer" poems - Hello Poetry

Running, running, faster, faster, harder, farther, pushing my limits The rush of adrenaline floods my veins Pushing me farther, faster Making the cold air burn my face. The closest thing I have to taking flight, My dream My dream that has been in the works for eight years now Now, almost ready to be put into motion A motion that must be completed once its started And I've finally started to break away. Jump, leap, reach for the sky. My wings are ready, And so am I. Smooth, sleek, powerful in design Just waiting for a spark The allowance to fly. Golden tipped feathers, all perfectly aligned Tone wings from practice Just waiting for a sign. Planning, preparing my wonderful escape Many years of planning, making sure of no mistakes. The situation thought through Run, leap, and fly. It sounds so simple, but that is far from the truth. Riding on this moment, Every anxious hour spent crying in pain, Just waiting to see the world from a freer point of view. Failure leads to more waiting, and that just won't do. The first try must work, I'll make it to the clouds, Just watch me. The world will be mine. The moon, the clouds, tired, sleep deprived joy. The sights of the world I've only heard of before Before I saw it rush under me below. The music of the world Singing the opening to it's show. The wind in my ears, fire in my blood I can only dream of what it will be like flying so close to the sun. 690 days until I can take flight. 690 days of planning it right. It can soon be mine, I will be free! But until then I fly at night, with my love but only in dreams.

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC

the-amateur-poet

Wings

Running, running, faster, faster, harder, farther, pushing my limits The rush of adrenaline floods my veins Pushing me farther, faster Making the cold air burn my face. The closest thing I have to taking flight, My dream My dream that has been in the works for eight years now Now, almost ready to be put into motion A motion that must be completed once its started And I've finally started to break away. Jump, leap, reach for the sky. My wings are ready, And so am I. Smooth, sleek, powerful in design Just waiting for a spark The allowance to fly. Golden tipped feathers, all perfectly aligned Tone wings from practice Just waiting for a sign. Planning, preparing my wonderful escape Many years of planning, making sure of no mistakes. The situation thought through Run, leap, and fly. It sounds so simple, but that is far from the truth. Riding on this moment, Every anxious hour spent crying in pain, Just waiting to see the world from a freer point of view. Failure leads to more waiting, and that just won't do. The first try must work, I'll make it to the clouds, Just watch me. The world will be mine. The moon, the clouds, tired, sleep deprived joy. The sights of the world I've only heard of before Before I saw it rush under me below. The music of the world Singing the opening to it's show. The wind in my ears, fire in my blood I can only dream of what it will be like flying so close to the sun. 690 days until I can take flight. 690 days of planning it right. It can soon be mine, I will be free! But until then I fly at night, with my love but only in dreams.