EXERCISE Poetry Challenge #17 -- Wings

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Fluffy, Jun 19, 2011.

  1. This challenge is focused on flying! Write me something poetic about this magical experience, be it from real life, a dream or the perspective of someone else. Flying always seemed like a beautiful subject to make poetry for. The mood can be either positive or negative; flying's not for everyone. ;) Here's a list of ideas if you need:

    • Birds
    • Aeroplanes
    • Angels
    • Flying in a dream
    • Dragons
    • Butterflies
    • Spacecrafts
    • A nightmare
    • Ghosts

    I hope I was able to inspire you with my lovely list. XD I'll post up a poem of my own if I can get a member or two to join in. I encourage you to make the poem(s) look pretty with bbcodes. If you need some guidance as to what style your poem should be, take a look at Shadow Poetry.
  2. Soaring through the night sky
    The dragon has its wings spread out far
    Breathing his fire of passion
    To protect the people below

    I stand outside holding my hands out high
    He swoops down and lands by my side
    Mounting him like a horse we begin to take off
    Flying high and low

    Going up into the cloudless sky
    Staring off into the full moon
    It felt like a dream that I wish could never end
    Sadly I had woken up in my bed

    I go outside and look up into the cloudless sky
    The dragon... It was not there
    Sitting for hours staring up
    It was a dream... Oh how I wish I never said that.
  3. It's not very good, and I have an odd poetry style, but hey.
    It's from the point of view of a bird:

    What must it be like?​

    To never experience that sensation,​

    To never be truly free.​

    How must they feel, down there,​

    Looking up on us?​

    Do they feel regret,​

    For a world they will never experience?​

    Do they feel longing,​

    For a life that they could be living?​

    Do they watch us,​

    With smiles on their face?​

    Do they see us,​

    And turn the other way?​

    Do the ones below us,​

    Who walk on two-legs with featherless bodies,​

    On four-legs with fur and claws,​

    Not realise that they have missed out,​

    On the greatest gift of all?​

    Sure, they have their strength,​

    And their loping gait.​

    They can keep their opposable thumbs,​

    Their fast quick, nimble fingers.​

    For we alone have,​

    The gift of the Gods.​

  4. Thought I'd give it a try. ^_^


    In the endless skies they shatter,
    They spread, like endless possibilities
    Outstretched, they touch the clouds

    Swaying utterly, swooping dangerously
    Picking at the wind with their feathers;
    Scaling the scattered skies

    Whispering their free breaths;
    Exaggerated passions
    Sighs of comforted satisfactions

    Pleasured by the wind,
    Howling like a wolf's vocals
    As the wind is trapped against their fathered membranes

    Sailing off through the endless forest
    Of passionate destinies and paradises.
    They flutter down their isles.

    High-winded packed rockets
    As these characters set off
    Through the endless skies of designated fantasies.
  5. *~Phoenix~*

    I doubt that I shall ever see
    A bird so beautiful as me

    With wings of fire, pointed light
    A truly captivating sight

    Red feathers with an orange streak
    And long, sharp claws, a pointed beak

    I take off from the trees and fly
    Explore the world with my emerald eyes

    Through forests thick and valleys deep
    Cross rivers wide and mountain's peak

    Above the villages I soar
    And frighten all with a ghastly roar

    In all the world, there is no cage
    That could contain my fiery rage

    So bow to me, or feel the wrath
    Of a beast that rises from the ash

    (I <3 Couplets)
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  6. Black ink flows in lines
    Sharp edges and rounded corners
    Forming delicate veins of feathers
    Pressing tight to pale skin coal dark wings
    The haunting promise of freedom
    To an otherwise flightless creature
    Sealing the whispers of a new life
    Into every arch etched with painstaking care
    Making sure that there will be no flaw when she flies
  7. Sometimes
    I'm driving...
    radio blasting
    windows open
    I'm dreaming...
    phantom sound
    people without faces
    colors more vivid than life;
    I'm running...
    sharp tang of sweat in my eyes
    wind whipping at my clothing
    startled wildlife scattering at my feet.
    I'm riding...
    roaring engine beneath me
    adrenaline pulsing through my veins
    they bleed together...
    briefly, much too briefly.
    That's when I'm flying...
    it feels like I'm dreaming
    it feels like wind in my face
    it feels like freedom I can't quite reach
    but will always reach for.
  8. Lock the Gate

    I had taken my wings as a blessing
    Until I found the limit to my flight
    I was being chased by hellhounds
    Their eyes glowed in the night

    They kept after me, undaunted
    And I could only fly so long
    The were catching up to me
    My wings weren't very strong

    My mind was also annoyed that
    I had forgotten to lock the gate
    The gate to Hell, it was my job
    But now I've sealed my fate

    My mother angel probably sighed
    Her daughter failed her test
    But it just went to show
    That I was not the best

    My flight path was shaky
    I was quickly losing my sight
    The eyes of my pursuers
    Filled my being with fright

    And now with this final flaps
    I know what is of my fate
    And I pray for the cherubs
    That they remember to lock the gate

    Based off of a dream.
  9. (I didn't make it all prettyful with BBC code or anything. I'm pretty terrible with coding stuff, actually.)

    Am I an Angel or a Demon?
    I, myself, do not know.
    These wings of black and white
    Of char and of snow

    As I fly above the others
    They all stop and stare
    They don't know what they should feel
    Hope or a good scare?

    My flights were once joyous
    The feel of wind about
    But now I see they label me
    As evil or devout

    These wings they do deny me
    My peace and calm of mind
    Am I a monster or a savior
    Fate has such cruel design
  10. Does She Sing in Yours, Too?

    So I emerge, but no wings
    Grace my tenebrous back;
    They cry from within.

    They scream to be born
    As the sunset slices
    Into these eyes.

    And I melt, golden
    In the moments fading before me.

    And I melt in vermilion,
    The hue I wished my wings to be.

    So is the Butterfly in my chest.

    So she struggles before her rest.
  11. Owl

    Soaring through the midnight sky,
    Beneath the white moon,
    The owl flies.
    #11 AkikoYukito, Sep 10, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 8, 2014
  12. Heavens

    Three called "Heaven" up above,
    the first the source of good and love.
    Two remain for us below,
    both of which have much to show.

    Dark and empty, so it seems;
    second heaven's stuff of dreams.
    Full of lights that shine so clear,
    with myst'ry and a touch of fear.

    Home of beasts that take to air,
    light and live, third heaven's fair.
    The open sky has room for all,
    but what goes up is bound to fall.
  13. Everyone waxes poetic
    About the wonder of flight.
    Of its freedom and grace.
    Its unattainable wonder.

    Metaphors are sung
    Around the life of flight.
    But I've never felt any need
    To ever do such things.
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  14. I wish I was a bird
    So I could fly up in the sky
    I want to be a bird
    So I could fly up and high

    I wish we are birds
    So we can feel how to be free
    I want us to be birds
    So we can just let it be

    But I am not a bird
    So I can't fly and I do not feel free
    And we are not birds
    But I still have you and me

    I am not a bird
    So what if I am not?
    We are not birds
    So we should not

    I am still me
    You are still You
    Bird or not
    We can still be happy
  15. Look at them,
    Stuck on land,
    I on the other hand,
    Can leave,

    I see them stare,
    They mock me,
    They try and harm me,
    But I just laugh,

    Why do they hate me,
    Well many reason's I guess,
    I represent wisdom,
    To some,
    Others I'm hope,

    But to them,
    And destruction,

    Why there jealous of course,
    For I can take flight and leave,
    While they are stuck,
    Stuck here they are,

    I am not like other birds,
    I do not have many colors,
    I am not white,

    I am a shade of blue,
    Yet purple or black,
    I do not speak the same,
    For I crow when I speak,

    What am I?
    Take a guess,
    You'll see.

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    A Raven [​IMG]
  16. I've heard many a man say to me
    I wish I could fly, so I could be free.
    I've often remarked to the people
    It's cold up there.

    They retort with talk of magic and space
    so free is the air to them.
    I tell them they might get attacked by birds
    I do this freely, with a magical glint in my eyes.

    They angrily inform me that I have no imagination
    and I ground myself with my thoughts.
    I happily tell them that this is true
    when it comes to air
    for I have the oceans.
  17. It made me think I could fly,
    Could sprout feathered wings,
    And soar above.

    I thought I could soar on air,
    Could touch the clouds,
    In the wind.

    I was so sure I was gliding,
    Rain falling around me,
    On the storm.

    But alas, I was just a feather,



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    And forced to rest,
    Only dreaming,
    All alone.
    #17 neobendium, Jan 4, 2018
    Last edited: Jan 4, 2018
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  18. What good are wings if you cannot fly?
    What evil twist is this?
    Should a bird be bound to earth
    To never feel the wind's uplifting hiss?

    How cruel is fate to leave me here
    Without a hope of flight
    Without a single soaring glide
    Unless upon a sheet of white

    Looking up at other's wings
    That dance upon the wind
    And float up in the clouds above
    What mostly comes to mind

    Is the thought that I can dream
    A bird without wings who cannot fly
    Yet I can glide and swim and slide
    An Emperor Penguin am I
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  19. Metal bird soaring high
    bewildered goose passing by
    clouds parting before the prow
    metal bird landing now.

    Metal bird, hundredth flight
    cutting straight across the night
    eating both the sea and land
    to meet all of Man's demand.

    Metal bird, blind to war
    racing, flying, made to soar
    missed the tiny metal sparrow
    shot off like a spiny arrow.

    Metal bird, falling fast
    from the clouds and sky so vast
    to the frozen ground below
    buried in a Russian snow.