Flying Poems | Examples of Flying Poetry

Acrobats of the air, the skies their trapeze Daring loop-de-loops performed with such ease They fly in formation, weave in and out, while the faint-hearted scream, the lion-hearted shout ...

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Fly, fly away… When I feel stuck, I just want to fly, fly away, like a caged bird finding a way to escape being trapped, to coo, chatter that all it want to do … Fly, fly away! ...

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WITH HER RARE FLYING WINGS Desiring to soar, She waved her sage rainbow wings; Peacocking the yard:- She faked a hopscotching flight, Strutting her well-winged buttocks. ...

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I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall and drank a pint of alcohol. 'Twas then I had a thought, and heaved a heavy sigh. A bird is happy in the sky when he spreads his wings to fly. He is so, is he not? I saw a bird who could not be caught, a little avian astronaut. 'Twas then...

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lamenting prevail With white wings of an angel Unable to touch ...

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A man from Connecticut found His legs would not reach to the ground. “I wish I was shorter,” He told a reporter, “To stop all this floating around.” ...

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white wings glow floating blue breeze dance on marigolds caterpillar dreams...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true Being...

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"How does it feel” asks Aaro, "to ride these currents of air?" "Like dancing with invisible partners," the bird sings back. "See how mountains wear clouds like soft crowns" "They look like sleeping giants," whispers Aaro. "Rivers below us wind like silver serpents," calls the bird. "Threading through valleys like thoughts through dreams." "Why do humans build walls when the sky has none?" asks the bird. "We create boundaries...

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Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From our family room Ceiling Circles in the heat of our furnace vent Glides in its corner in summer breezes That is beautiful enough Its constant motion suspecting me A mole Watching TV But there...

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In the deep spiked pine forests On a walk you forgot you took Snow up your knees Twenty feet away An enormous old house Not abandoned, smoke from the chimney Large windows, dark wood walls A forest castle here for you  To explore perhaps Eyes flash pink with sun light  Through the unlocked door  In the main hall Taste the dust  Ancient carvings everywhere A cough from upstairs There by...

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I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground, They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and around, It was all so fast like a hair-raising race, with each bird desperate to not be last, Were they friends just playing games...

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suddenly i felt a burst of warmth as if liberated i had the wings to fly entwined as one in perfect harmony together in synchronicity with the universe AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 3, 2025...

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The poet lives life in reverse, like a bird flying backward, While young, he meditates on death as a distant, somber horizon, He travels through the dark forests of thoughts, Where trees are sculpted from shadows and leaves dried by time, And the wind whispers secret melodies about forgotten endings and beginnings. But as the years flow like a lazy...

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