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Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beauty, flying, love, metaphor, mirror,

Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting



Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: flying, journey, love, places, travel,

Fly To Me

Fly to me my love on the wings of hopes and dreams come and be my passion a lover's symphony Be my guiding star light show me all of nature's best come and be my pillow where my weary head can rest Take my hand and walk with me on life's ever winding road keep me safe and steady hold me in our home Let's sleep beside the moon tonight camp inside the corners of my heart be my one and only my desire, my love, my start


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: allegory, inspirational, tree, light, flying, light, love, tree,

Tree, Roots and the Light

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 


The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine


Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth, 

Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,

Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,

In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.


Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,

I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored, 

While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,

Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.


I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,

In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,

The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,

A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while


The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,

With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,

Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky, 

Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.

Ravindra  


Kanpur India 22 08 2010 




Poem Details | by Corinne Curcio |
Categories: death, friendship, song-lyricfor her, me, flying, for her, love, me, travel,

Care of Heaven

Hello dear friend – so – what’s new?
Tell me - How have you been?
There’s so much I want to share with you
But I hardly know where to begin

The news from here’s both good and bad
But life can be like that, I suppose
Most things are going well, though we’re all still sad
When we’ll be through missing you - no one knows

Are you an Angel looking down on me?
Or have you become part of eternity?

This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love 

Tell me - do you slumber, do you still dream?
Can you float on clouds all day long?
Have they got more than 31 flavors of ice cream?
Does a harp now accompany you in song?

Have you ever seen the face of God?
Are the streets truly paved with gold?
Do you spend your summers in Cape Cod
Head for Tahiti when the weather turns cold?

I know it’s silly to go on this way 
But I wish you were with me today

This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love 

Sometimes, at the end of the day
I think I hear you softly say:
“I’m still here - I haven’t gone away”
Is that my heart playing tricks on me?

Remember that park  - the one with the pine trees?
It’s as beautiful as it was back then
Whenever I visit I have sweet memories 
And pray that we’ll see each other again 

And so, dear friend, you’ll always be missed
I seal this envelope with a kiss 

This letter has traveled very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
I’ll think of you always, wherever you are
And picture you somewhere high above
Happy to be in the Care of Heaven
Enfolded in infinite love


Poem Details | by A.E. Rivenbark |
Categories: children, flying, love, moon, sweet,

Such Great Kites

        In a meadow fair lived the mouse Ben,
	Who fell in love with the squirrel Jen.
	He wanted to marry but had not a dime,
	“What could I give her that's shiny and mine?”

	He thought and he thought and then he knew,
	What he could give that was neither old nor blue,
	“I know! A star, for what burns brighter
	Than love lit from afar?”

	So he called to the moon and asked for her advice,
	She told him, “I'll give you a star but there is a price.”
	Up the ladder he climbed with shovel and grin,
	He began to loose a star from its pin.

	Jen watched from below, wringing her hands,
	For she knew sometimes the stars had other plans.
	And when he fell from heaven, the Moon took pity.
	“He would give you the brightest star in my city.”
	
	And then from a mouse he was quickly turned 
	She searched high and low but when she learned, 	
	Poor Jen  cried in relief, then sighed,
	She pleaded with the goddess, who replied

	“I'll give him back, if only I knew, 
	which of my constellations I made him into...”
	She extended her hand as a friend,	
	“You must find him yourself, and only then,
	Fear not, don't despair, not all is lost,
	But everything changes, it comes with a cost.”

	Jen searched high and low, pry and pull
	But some stars were too hot ,others too cool
	Finally she found him! Shaped like a rose,
	When she touched his hand they both froze.

	Falling from the heavens, both intertwined
	They really were in a pickle, a real bind.
	Suddenly they gasped, feeling lighter
	They were coasting on wing flaps and fur

	Laughing with joy, they glided higher, they flew!
	For a new journey, they were forged anew

-------------------------
So my friend challenged me to write a poem/story about sugargliders, the moon, and a 
dimeIn the end the squirrel and mouse are turned into sugargliders.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Written 5/6/2014


Poem Details | by Michael Ainsley |
Categories: love,

Do You Think Old Birds Dream Of Flying

Do you think old birds dream of flying                                                                                              Of Catching one more heavenly up draft beneath their tired wings                                                                 Before they come in for their final landing                                                                                       Maybe dogs and cats dream of playing with children that once loved them                                             And race horses run faster than  the speed of sound in their sleep                                          They  say elephants remember everything                                                                                    And so do I knowing that it's not always a good thing to remember                                                                                         But no matter all is forgiven now in the name of love                                                                  And I will dream of you tonight


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: angel, flying, happiness, love,

A is for Angel

                   A is for Angel…  

A is for Angel, Angel of love.
It can change raven into a dove.
Earliest morning, when twilight blend,
Near the horizon Angels ascend.
Singing and dancing, they came to play.
kissing me with breeze, dancing away.
Lonely I am, wishful of love,
Angels are here, I’m climbing above.
Higher and higher into the sky,
dancing with angels higher than high.
Where are we going? Nobody knows!
God may be waiting, or down it goes.
Wishful and happy into the sky,
you'll see me dancing, or I may die.

4/3/2016 Haloo 


Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: age, angel, flying, future, life, love, time,

Flying on forever

Flying on forever


I’m flying on the edge forever,
Searching for a brighter future.
I can see the picture of an angel inside my mind
And now I have to find a way to meet her.


Burning out, fading away; love must come to save the day.
Shooting stars only crash into their own grave.
I will build her a house we can live in and age;
If only I could take her to it, then maybe things would change.


Some of us lie, some of us fly;
Some of us are living on borrowed time.
The future is not certain to be there when we arrive,
But the past is firmly in the past where it belongs,
So please just let me get on with my life.


We are in search of a forever love, forever more!
Fallen love angels who scorn are left behind;
Forever alone in fields of thorns, left alone to mourn.


There is a dust storm up ahead, so I must look my best,
Because when I do finally meet her, my love I will confess.
Eventually she will see me appearing through the mist; 
I cannot allow this chance of true happiness to be missed.


(C)2016 Aa HarveyAll Rights Reserved.


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: dream, fantasy, flying, love, missing you, voyage,

I'm Thinking of a Place

I’m thinking of a place, a place far away, far away from here as I sail through the night, a place where you are in my sight. Yeah, I’m thinking of a place where I see you so clear, not here, but there. Yeah, I’m thinking of a place sailing through the cool night air, getting closer to that place far away where I’m going someday. Yeah, I want to go, have to go to that place far away where I’ll hear you say, “I love you too.” By: Carole O'Terry Duet Copyright: 2018 "All Rights Reserved"


Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: desire, destiny, feelings, flying, giving, happiness, love,

LOVE SOARING THROUGH LIFE HOUR AFTER HOUR

Finding love in play all by design
Working overtime to keep one that is all mine
Magnetic powers not able to tow the line
Letting another love go that fails to define
Why must my life be filled with so much sorrow
I just want the kind of love that last for all my tomorrows

Opening my heart when it always seems to get blown apart
Laying my life out there being honest from the start
Lord is it possible that I may have some broken parts
Or is cupid just shooting blank darts
Can't put my finger on the reasons why
Always looking for the next love to try
Love that will reach out to touch the sky

With a woman who will find no reasons to ever lie
Things like that always seem to break this guy
Believing she is out there eager to fly
Needing this kind of sizzling hot love before I die
Not one where it all means saying goodbye
A real lady who will always look me in the eye's
Not one I will end up having to despise

Believing the right woman is out there
Ready to invest her heart and play fare
Has the ability to show her loving care
Lord, I know you hear my longing prayer's
Send me the right one without so many layers
I will await that special flower
Making sure to water it every day so it will tower
Love soaring through life hour after hour
Sharing the kind of love that will blossom as it flowers


Poem Details | by fauxcroft wade |
Categories: flying, imagery, light, love, meaningful,

Foresight and intuition

Use your foresight

And intuitive mind

To find the love

And to shine your light

Use your consciousness

To lift you up

Let your pure being

Simply take flight

And cast an brilliance

And incandescent filigree

To move yourself up

To much higher frequencies

To vibrate and to manifest

Into a light worker

That heals the rest of humanity

Through your compassionate

And kindly deeds

That are rooted in love.


Poem Details | by Carol Sunshine Brown |
Categories: family, children, happiness, love, uplifting,

Get It Flying

Try try with all our might
This time may we get it right
Another day does come
Still we are all thumbs
Is getting this done right
Really going to be our blight
Another chance is all we ask
Leave other tries in the past
Stop wait are we going to fast
Another let down have we cast
Oh my what a beautiful sight
Finally we learn to fly a kite
Gwendolen Rix contest Lets Go Fly A Kite Poem was written: 09/08/2006


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: desire, devotion, flying, love,

Leaving on a Jet Plane

When sunset ushers a sky violet blue
At the first star’s light, my thoughts are of you.
And when I gaze into the moonlit sea;
Lights dancing on water, you are with me

When a lovely flower bends to the breeze
I picture your face, so eager to please.
As I fly away to a distant land
You dwell in my heart; I’m at your command.

I love your deep voice and things that you say,
And ways you miss me when I am away.
I don’t want to extinguish this fire,
Though it consumes my mind with desire.

I long for the moment we’ll reunite
And I'll share your kisses throughout the night 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4hsC0nRvZM 


Song: Leaving on a Jet Plane
This poem relates to the song perfectly because I was always leaving on a jet plane 
as a stewardess for 34 yearsI met my husband on one of my flights in December 
of 1979We were married In December 1981 and the most difficult part of our
marriage was me being away 4 days at a time while flying down under to Sydney,
or Auckland,  or 3 day trips to JapanMy thoughts were always with my husband and 
children.


Poem Details | by Russell Sivey |
Categories: angel, heart, joy, life, love,

Flying Hearts

Floating in water, straight up and down she floats An angel comes down from heaven to greet her The angel gives the woman flying hearts, invokes Powerful love comes from her soul I confer She now sprouts some wings so she may fly again Never did this much joy arrive to begin She chokes with feelings of heartfelt love inside Memories flood within, rising by her side Russell Sivey


Poem Details | by Sharika Sellman |
Categories: black african american, death, depression, faith, family, funeral, inspirational, life, loss, love, god, sweet, flying, god, sweet,

God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, baptism, beauty, blessing, emotions, heart, love,

Flying with the wind

Over the sea galloping upon waves 
in the swift uplifting rush of the tide
Chariots of fire blush red the rose swept up 
by the whirlwind holding a breathless whisper

Upon these foundations the rock stands 
sings out one bird of valuable beauty 
sweet music echoing deeply
through the voice of a Heavenly choir

Oh gracious gemstone 
you are the fruit of loves light 
who pierces the deepest crevices 
of one's mind

In a castle of dreams 
fringed with gold 
bring me a bow 
of burning incense

Fragrantly it blossoms in the mind 
Consuming divine fire 
I come and bow down 
to your Heavenly being

(Unrhymed Quatrain) Co written by Maria Mc Laughlin 
and Liam Mc Daid


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beautiful, flower, flying, love, seasons, smile, summer,

Colours so beautiful - The Butterfly

Me, I'm a lover simply just for what they are A species so pretty graciously fluttering by Colours so beautiful in patterned bizarre As they're carried on the breeze, wow, I sigh Just imagine if our life was as short as theirs What would we pack in, what would we achieve Colours so beautiful it's high time we cared It's not just us whose here, it's time to believe Yellow, red, blue: rainbow butterflies kiss the sun The happy emerald earth watch and mildly sings Colours so beautiful-- they glow, lure and stun! Golden wings , soulful wanderers, they rise in spring. To closing our eyes whilst walking through leas Such creatures so lovely with us they so are Colours so beautiful my eyes caressed pleased Me, I'm a lover of these fluttering stars


Poem Details | by Jagdish Pal |
Categories: betrayal, break up, death, destiny, flying, love, metaphor,

The Bird

Following the stupefying sensation of my heart
I take a long and high flight
With the wings of self-deception.
Having some kind of foolhardiness,
I fly in search of green fields
Leaving behind the dreary desert
To sing sweet songs of life.
The warnings of my Prudence,
To stay with my other mates, go unheeded.
The green fields once
Where I yearn to reach
Turn into the burning flames
With deadly smoke
That chokes my throat
And darkens my vision.
And  I, no more able to fly,
Fall into the lap of disillusionment.
Wings are fully burnt
And burnt I am from within.
Sobbing at the impulsiveness-my Achilles’ heel-
With a sigh, waiting for the last breath,
I close my eyes.


Poem Details | by B S Sky |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, butterfly, desire, dream, fathers day, flower, flying, girl, heart, voice, women, words,

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, best friend, career, caregiving, celebration, crazy, cry, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emo, emotions, family, feelings, flying, future, god, green, growing up, halloween, happiness, happy, hate, heaven, horse, how i feel, i love you, imagination, joy, magic, missing you, mountains, ocean, peace, rain, rainbow, relationship, sky, smile, song, together, trust, truth, water, weather, wind, world, youth,

Aviated parachute

A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 By,
 MadhaviSuyogPagare


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: addiction, analogy, art, bird, cute love, flying, freedom, imagination, spiritual,

Beak of Night

BEAK OF NIGHT

Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Escapading~
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
Speechless~
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
Silence~
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive
Muteness~

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

EPIC
By; p.d.


Poem Details | by Shari Davis |
Categories: death, faith, inspirationallife, god, beauty, beauty, day, flying, god, life, love, me, time,

Butterfly Spirits

When you walk outside into the open air
When you look around at all the beauty everywhere
Think of butterflies fluttering all around
Filling the atmosphere from the sky to the ground
When you feel the wind across your face
Remember my love is all over the place
When you see one lone butterfly fluttering by with such beauty and grace
Think of me and the last time you saw a smile on my face
Remember the joy we shared in our lifetime together
The bond we shared was the most precious treasure
You are blessed with memories of our years on earth
Just as God blessed me on the day of your birth
I have moved on to a glorious place
But daily I am still blessed with your loving face
When you see a butterfly, think of me
That is my spirit flying high and free
I watch over you my dear loved ones, each day and night
I am so proud of your choices to live your life right
My love for all of you will continue to flow
I miss throwing my arms around you more than you know
I am flying with Angels in the Heaven’s above
We watch over you always and send down our love
Look for the butterflies with colors so bright
For they host the spirits of loved ones now out of sight
You must keep your chin up and take care of yourself
But remember God sends His Angels to sometimes help
When you least expect it, at a time of great need
That’s when an Angel appears to do a good deed
Keep your eyes open and be prepared
Great blessings will be upon you when you’re least aware
Watch for the butterflies as they flutter around
They will soon appear in your life when they are less likely to be found
My heart is with you as I watch from afar
Angels walk with you wherever you are
Trust in my word and know that many blessings are upon you
For God has sent Angels who will help you through 
Hold memories close and cherish those in your life with love
Trust in my word and in the Lord above


Copyright © 2003   Shari E Davis


Poem Details | by Crow thepoet |
Categories: anger, anxiety, betrayal, depression, devotion, sad love,

Flying With Wax Wings

Is it time again
Is this another day again
where I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
to describe my grievance with the Sorceress
named Sarah...
No...not this time
Is it time again
is this another day when
I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
rejoicing how much in love I was with Sarah my Sorceress
No...not this time
she's not mine anymore
Was she truly mine to begin with
I don't really know
I don't think I ever really did
but it doesn't matter
cause in defiance to everyone who told me to forget
in defiance to those who told me to grow up and move on
in defiance to myself
I begin my ode to Sarah
Traditional, this is not one
They, the people
they've all heard the tales
my strives to be with you
my lessons to hold you
my ends to forget you
my means to erase, detach you from me
but it's all been an attempted failure
like plankton stealing a krabby patty
like Icarus flying with wax wings
I'm just a failure
a loser
I was crowned so
after a movie date gone awry with you
or do you remember
I can never forget
Where is the sense in all of this
I have no clue
All I know, well I know nothing
I'm miserable without you
I'm a fluctuating time bomb with you
I can't stand you
I love you
I want to push you off a cliff
I want to hold you and never let go
just to remember, just to know
what I felt four years ago was true
what I felt four years ago was real
Sarah, how did us become so wrong
Sarah, will you admit you were stolen from me
Sarah, how can you not remember you were stolen from me
Sarah, believe me...
Sarah, do you even remember me...
I once held you so close to my heart
Sarah, do you even remember me...
No...you've barely spoken my name since I was forced to leave
only to get a rise out of me
leading me on, building me up
sending your knights out to slay the dragon of me
sending your vikings out to slay me
sending your pirates out to burn me to the ground
sending your vultures out to make sure I would be laid deceased
Are you satisfied
I lay deceased
Are you happy
here I am depressed
and yet here I still defend your name
while I curse it just the same
Sarah...
Sarah...
(sigh)  Selena...
I can say it like a man
I can take it like a man
I can stand up and be a man
to fall back down and be a kid again
I loved you
you were everything to me
you were...everything
but everything is now nothing
and that's I guess is me now
Nothing...nothing...nothing...
I'm sick of everyone telling me
holding on is unhealthy
I'm sick of everyone telling me
to grow up and get over
be a man and move on
when they cannot fathom how much I tried to
move on, ignore, fast forward
but like a scratched up CD
I lagged, I skipped forward and back
trying to keep my head on straight
bent in and out of shape
built a castle and moat in quick sand
everything just to...just to...
just to get away
but I lost all the battles
lost the war
I spent my entire freshman year of high school
just to detach and latch on
to hope
to hope maybe one day I could hold you again
to hope maybe I'll never see you again
So I guess one scenario came true
and I guess another truth is a wish untrue
Sarah...Sarah the Sorceress...Sarah my Sorceress...
Selena...
I miss you...
I hate you...
I love you...
I get depressed everytime I talk to you
everytime I think you about you
you were my happiness
you were my everything
you were...you were...
Sarah...
Selena...
I once said forever...
I once promised you my whole life...
but like rusty flowers
my promises have withered and flown away
So do I say goodbye this day
or do I hold onto you tightly
May 22nd,2009...
our first and last kiss
do I hold onto you tightly
in my mind...


Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: beauty, death, flying, light, love, pain, symbolism,

Wingless Angel

                                 Wingless Angel 

Earliest morning, twilight blend
          Near the horizon silver pretend.

Breeze is gentle, weather delight 
          Happy together, wishful and bright

Who else is here ready to fly?
          need and greed reason to cry.

Lonely, I am, driven by pain;
          nowhere to go, nothing to gain.

Where is this place, an orbiting ball?
	  Maybe a prison, with no doors and wall.

I wish to fly, higher than sky.
          Without any wing, I would rather die.



Haloo
5/2014


Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: adventure, beautiful, color, desire, fantasy, first love, flying, for her, imagination, life, love, lust, nature, paradise, passion, sky, symbolism, voyage, world,

How I Met You

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence.
A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve
A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background.
Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along
Dropping us, down another level in their elevator 
Further down the rabbit hole.
I become your mechanism
Heeding your every nerve,
Every tiny rhythmic stir
You sing as I tune you.

At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing
Between each open idea, dipping
Inside your emotional crevices, tracing
Each curve in your wings- 
Color spiraling outward,
Out of control

We crash land by the ocean
Peeking from the rubble

Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds
Aligned and blooming toward the sun.
Time slows.

And the clock waits outside
As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment
Breaks against the morning tide.
And the night disappears back into footsteps
Just to age in a museum of art never captured.


Poem Details | by B S Sky |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, butterfly, desire, dream, fathers day, flower, flying, girl, heart, voice, women, words,

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


Poem Details | by Marcus Jjaks Reyes |
Categories: adventure, courage, cute love, feelings, flying, high school, love,

Impulse 59

I leap because 
there is no ground, 

That is why
I leap.

Because the sun 
is fading, and
my night is 
without you.

So I leap.


Poem Details | by Toheeb Tiamiyu |
Categories: love, me, love, me,

Flying Without Wings

My flesh's flesh,
Whose thoughts are all but me.
'I love you' I say to her,
And she says back
'I love you more.'
This special word
As lifted me up,
High up, far above the sky.

'Me love' she calls.
And by my side
Always she stays,
Whispering softly,
I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U me love.
My heart goes up,
By the sound of her voice,
I fly
Far above the clouds.

This special feeling,
Those soft words,
Lifting my heart.
The stars in her eyes
Which has captured me
In an eternal love.
This special feeling I've found,
That makes me so complete
And flying without wings.


Poem Details | by Arturo Michael |
Categories: angel, beautiful, butterfly, flying, inspiration, inspirational, love,

A Symphony of Angels Sing

                                           Fly Butterfly
                     
                                        Flower of the sky

              Fluttering wings ~ Tender heart ~ Nature’s work of art
                                                              
                   A Kaleidoscope of colors ~ Sailing a sea of air

          On Courtship's flight ~ Making love ~ Dancing in the wind

                                         As life rejoices
                                   
                                A Symphony of Angels Sing...


        Fly Fly Fly                                                                        Away                                                
                        Butterfly                Butterfly                     fly..
                                       Fly Fly…                 Fly Fly
                                                       
                                                                          
                                                                                             


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: adventure, flying, fun, love, nature, romance, sky,

Sitting On A Cloud

Sitting on a cloud, high above the ground,  
High among the highways and the byways in the sky.
People on the hills, going where they will, 
Seem like specks beneath us as we watch the world go by.

You and I in a giant red balloon, sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment in the blue,  shared between you and I

Soaring like a hawk, where the eagles walk 
With a burst of fire we climb higher in the air.
Dancing on a breeze, high above the trees, 
Following the currents that could take us anywhere.

You and I in a giant red balloon,  sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment shared with you,  here ‘neath a clear blue sky.

So pop the cork, and toast our new-found love, here in our red balloon.

So pop the cork, and toast our new-found love, here in our red balloon.

On our way we go, enjoying what’s below  
From our picnic basket we’ll pull out the caviar.
Now the moments gone, but we’ll carry on,  
Floating past the sunset on our pathway to the stars.

You and I in a giant red balloon,  sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment in the blue,  shared between you and I
Heaven must be like this moment shared with you,  here ‘neath a clear blue sky.