Gliding Poems - Poems about Gliding

..."The perils of a possible crash landing with a touch of humor to end it" ~~ The Poet ~~ "over the waters blue the nig......Read the rest...

...The swollen lake had begun to settle again as the brilliant sun seemed to dance between the clouds I’d fondly remember the quiet calming warmth beneath the trunks of big cypress trees morning ......Read the rest...

...THE WEIGHT OF OUR THOUGHTS Mind, the supreme gift to humankind is, Plentiful thoughts criss-crossing whiz; Enchanted spirits gliding high, Success triumph when almost nigh! Gratified the mi......Read the rest...

...inside of ears pierced song penetrates dark deeply lighting up canal enhancement of oars gliding through calm waters of Venice ......Read the rest...

...I am a bird in space despite not having my wings depicted I possess strength, speed, and vigor, coupled with delicate beauty. ......Read the rest...

...gliding across sky twisting -turning- glistening kaleidoscope turn......Read the rest...

...As I lie in bed alone the moon shines through the window. There’s a sound of feet sliding through the hallway softly gliding. I sense a touch of lavender scent something so sweet, heaven sent. ......Read the rest...

... On swift wings, blessed by the light, who pours out the melody, scriptures come to life – in the song, joyful noises, crafted by hope, soothing away the dark, coloring the life ......Read the rest...

... take your thoughts stuff them into a non thing the thoughts and the nothingness breathed in and out expelled to travel permeate fabrics ......Read the rest...

... In the manicured meadow of woeful weeds, where hope sprouts amidst forlorn fragrance of frozen seeds, I dance to the hypnotic breeze, hanging on saintly strings with cosmic eyes, unraveli......Read the rest...

...People should be warned, people should get wise, Or else they might find, a nasty surprise, Early hours, Tuesday, sirens broke the peace, That was the sound of Poetry Police, Rushing to the door......Read the rest...

...Let the paths of our ancestors remain in sight, Their struggles, their dreams, their fearless might. Nkrumah's vision, Sankara's spirit, Lumumba's grace, Mandela's legacy, a beacon for our race. ......Read the rest...

... All morning the river wore a thick fog along its length, until a great looming shape emerged, tall, gliding almost soundlessly towards me, becoming the bow of a ship parting the fog, esco......Read the rest...

...If you are the vast, ever-changing ocean, I will be the sturdy mountain, holding you close, Embracing your gentle morning waves with care, And welcome your crashing tidal surges in the evening wi......Read the rest...

...I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the fast lane where......Read the rest...