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Flying
I'm spreading my wings
And aiming high at the sky
I feel the freedom
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Eu abro as asas
Miro em direção ao céu
Sinto-me livre
©taivell
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Flying
I want wings of courage and strength
To endure the storms that never cease or end.
I want to fly but not alone
I want to rise with others that are torn.
No, I do not desire to claim the sky
I want the light in me to shine high,
I want my voice and words to be a song
That inspires others to be hopeful and strong.
No, I do not only need to reach for the moon
The world right here needs me to be a spoon
That feeds others with kindness and love
I want to be a stream others would drink out of.
Yes I do want to fly like a bird
I want to fly by making a change in the world.
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Autumn is ending
The hues of burnt orange and crimson
Are blown from the trees at last
The leaves flying through the air
In gusts of wintry winds
Before crunching under foot
As the crowds of faceless people
Wander mindlessly through the streets
Without thought or recognition
Of their daily surrounds
So mundane
The repetition has them consumed
Not noticing the glorious world
All around them
No love for the the beauty of a season
Not an idea of the true magnificence
That mother nature displays each day
Not a care in the world
For the leaf under foot
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#wod #fly #flight #flying @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquillFlights of fantasy
If I had wings to help me fly
Into the vast blue I would soar
Days and nights wouldn’t matter to me
I’d fly till I couldn’t anymore
The wind beneath my wings would
Propel me upwards in the sky
I’d glide and watch the world in miniature
Around the world I would attempt to fly
Rather than be one in a flock caught in a
Synchronised predetermined life
I would venture out on my own
Live on my own terms, without strife
I would learn what real freedom looks like
Without any bondage or chains
I would soar during springy summers
And not look for shelter even in the rains
Come winter I would fluff up my feathers
To keep myself warm, perched on a tree
The world would be my oyster
A playground of sorts for me
A pair of wings would give me the courage
To journey into a world unexplored
Gain a perspective of things in life
Rather than live one getting bored
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scavenger
I am a turkey buzzard
Riding October's thermal air
Wings stretched out
Gliding
Flying high
Flying low
Searching for the quiet, bloated
the decaying
the festered carcasses
unmoving
X's for eyes tongue hung from the side
the dead
mortally wounded
I smell the unpulsed blood
Live for putrification
The stench of unrespiration
gets my attention
I hunger
Dive at breakneck speed
Clumsy to land ugly to see
I look mangled
broke
disgusting
I dip my beak into
a pool of maggot littered meat
My talons caressing
the soiled fur of the road kill
I eat
I'm a turkey buzzard
©charliekaaa3 0
I let my broken body bend upwards,
towards a crack in the ceiling,
the golden sunlight spilling with age
Of many others broken but rising,
up and above and out.
I dream of flying
When I lay open on a knife,
nailed to a cutting board and tasting blood,
and my wings are not broken.
I allow them to rise upwards to carry me away.
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lilybloom
1w
FLY, FLY ,ITS YOUR TURN
Fly, fly, its your turn,
Don't turn your back on,
This is your last song!
Fly, fly, its your turn,
Don't care about return,
The sky from afar,
Would always be full of clouds.
Fly, fly,as high as you can,
Rotate fast like a summer fan,
There's not always a plan,
For future is a clash of clans.
Fly, fly, there's no limit,
The space is not the limit,
You're a void, an atom,
Undergoing the chemical reaction,
Its called life,
Some call it a lie.
But, it happens.
It doesn't listen. Like you.
Fly, fly, come out of this cocoon,
You're a butterfly,
From flower to flower,
From hearts to hearts,
Still you can't call them home.
Some are attacking plants.
Fly, fly, like a kite,
Cut across the sky,
Cut across expectations.
Because the universe is expanding,
So, our hopes are.
© sourishree ghosh7 0
उड़ जा.....
तू उड़ चल, जहां की परवाह ना कर, उड़ता जा....
जिन्होंने तेरी खुशी का सोचा, तू उनकी फिकर ना कर और उड़ता जा....
खुले आसमानों में अपनी ख्वाब जी, इन खोखले रिश्तों की फिकर ना कर तू बस उड़ता जा....
एक ऐसी उड़ान भर जमाने भर से हट कर, तेरे सफलता के सिवाए किसी को कुछ ना दिखे, होके जरा बेफिक्र तू उड़ता जा, तू उड़ता जा.....
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anthonymustoo
4w
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Fallen From Grace
Right in the crosshairs
Of a poet's eye
The visual ensnares a fall
From grace
The sillheoutte of Icarus burned into the
Summer's shifting solar winds and the blinding sky
Eclipsed by the explosive imagery
Depicting the shadow of Icarus
a fall
From the grace of the ground
Into the unforgiving skies
The silence that follows revelations in heat
Famines and outbreaks of disease
Ingestions, infections, and fleas
Manifest themselves in violence and aromas chasing like a river of blood from a wound as it bleeds into itself and itself into sleep
Defiant of the obtainable
Only reaching from the penetrance of the ground
Digging through trenches of ancient texts
Ripping sheets like a pearl or a glass
Until now breaks into a split
And time expands itself like a taste from a nightmare that can move
Like a colossal war machine on the horizon
Each step breaks the earth
Every metaphysical slip is present in any and every dimension of the indefensible experience
We cannot separate ourselves from it
We can not decorate the ground in blood
And step away hoping life could somehow grow from it
The dreams as well as what you fear
Cannot be trusted
Like a rage that could expel you from the skies
After the first piece of humanity is recovered
After this page has been dusted
Only then, can we understand why
Everything we know, feel, and understand
Must somehow be as important now as it is
And as it will be when it all inevitably
And explicitly dies
Somewhere in the meridian the truth lies
The melody of a song's wings
Carrying a new lullaby from a desert's spring
And from it, glimmering a new life
©anthonymustoo12 0 3
In the sky
Can you guess what is up there?
Yes , geese are flying past
They go by without any cares
Not even the one who is last
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ct_and_skylines
18w
Driven
I don’t know what my soul is or what it’s trying to say.
All I know is this passion and ambition I’ve had in my veins since I was a young-thing.
Driven by my heart after the decision, sticking with my higher-self to proceed with the vision.
Feels like ecstasy when I’m flowing with the Tao.
I feel resistance when I leave aspects of my soul out.
-Christian Taylor6 0 1
Pile of Sand
I become a mound of sand to fly with the current and invade your white skeleton that glows under the explosion of a hypernova.
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in_fragments
48w
Read MoreGet out of those shoes and grow wings.
#pod #poem #wings #flying #insectpoetry #life #thoughts #inspiration #love #happiness #selfcare @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbayWings
(Ascension from Desolation)
On the continuum of desolation
I glide clumsily through,
nursing my wings, still
stuck in this dying cocoon,
this little house that I've outgrown,
this toxic land I did nothing
to inherit.
They will stunt me to death
through no fault of their own.
They will tear me apart
and pull me back in,
it's all they've ever known;
they thought they could help me
form my wings, but they only knew
how to clip them instead.
Stretching beyond the desolation
is a destination, the route
I'm still too small to be privy to,
and generational cycles
are too difficult to break
while trying to grow in the midst
of sickness for far too long.
Now, getting restless, ready
to stretch my wings and leave,
and when I finally
muster the strength to go,
there will be no other reason
for me to come back.
Like an old cocoon,
they force you to break yourself out
using every ounce
of life and energy you have left
inside, the catalyst towards
a crystal clear mind,
focused on fulfillment
and the painful beginnings
of progress, abandonment
of ties to earthly pleasures
and attachments to old traumas-
the spiritual tonic for a new body
in need of inner balance;
to live your most authentic identities
and find your own wavelength
in a universal consciousness,
to reach new heights in spite
of all your shortcomings-
the only way to grow is to go.
Ever-vigilant
as I continue to form,
I shape my wings with rice paper-
soft and smooth but flexible,
flimsy, and yet stronger
than the test of time itself.
Each poem stitches in
their own words; many veins
connected by
a single golden thread,
a thread that will never run dry,
even after I am ready to fly.
Breaking out is selfish,
but so is every winged thing,
as they flutter and whip
and drone and dip and rise
and rest and disappear,
obliged to no one
but themselves and nature.
Subject to no King or Queen or Master,
unwittingly lucky in their
inherent selfishness;
no choice but to accept it,
on their way
to freedom and victory-
and now I feel as though I have
no choice here anymore, either.
I must fly 'til I find freedom
over myself, and victory over all those
too weak-willed to look up.
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flyingdreams
49w
Real Truth
"If you collect 100 black ants and 100
fire ants and put them in a glass jar,
nothing will happen.
But if you take the jar, shake it violently
and leave it on the table, the ants will
start killing eachother.
Red believes that black is the enemy,
while black believes that red is the
enemy, when the real enemy is the
person who shook the jar.
The same is true in society.
Men vs Women
Black vs White
Faith vs Science
Young vs Old
Etc ...
Before we fight each other, we must
ask ourselves:
Who shook the jar?
©flyingdreams13 0
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28 4 7
Happy World Environment Day
The environment is the shield that
protects the earth from being peeled.11 3 1
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- pocketeyewitness Bro you need to see definition of Environment first
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pocketeyewitness
*official definition
Not what you created
लगता है तुम्हे
मेरी जीत खलती नहीं है
पर क्या करे, हमारी भी
हार से कुछ बनती नहीं है
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heyoka_warrior
52w
Read More#writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #alien #wod #witnessed #spaceship #night #town #feast #flying #ufo #colorful #lights #aliens #sleep #greys #whites #browns #recall #white #spaceships #invading #deflated #balloons #ground #moon #war #explosion #pray #overcome #odd #dreams #faint #memories #tshirt #print #lost #exploring #darkness #drawn #outcast #loner #harmony #cold #company
I once witnessed an alien spaceship
One night in the middle of a town feast;
A flying UFO with colorful lights;
Raised my head out of the blue, I saw it;
A kid saw it too—I wonder if some people did.
I dreamt of aliens a few times in my sleep—
Greys or whites and browns I recall;
White spaceships were invading the place—
Deflated balloons as they touched the ground;
While browns told me some things— I forgot.
There was also when I was in the moon;
It's like there's alien war and explosion;
And something's after me I guess;
I avoided it or did I pray and overcome?
Just one of the odd dreams, faint memories.
I have a T-shirt with alien and spaceship print;
When I was lost exploring in the darkness,
I was drawn to them because I felt the same;
Like an alien, an outcast, a loner, an odd one
Did I find harmony with their cold company.
©heyoka_warrior9 0 1
heyoka_warrior
54w
Rapture
In my vision I saw us
Flying in the air.
My fragile body felt weightless.
In my dream I saw my soul
Lifting up in white dress.
In my dream I saw myself
Flapping my wings like a bird.
In my dream I saw myself
Taken up and transformed into a spirit.
In my dream I saw my spirit
Crying out to the Father.
In my dream I saw my Father.
In my dream I saw God.
©heyoka_warrior6 0 2
snehajacob
54w
Phoenix
A little girl transformed
An extraordinary
Others say it's ordinary,
They don't know her story.
Easy to judge
Unroll lies, can't hear
What she utters,
Her beauty can't be captured.
Transformation happened
Bends her fears
Owns her path like a queen,
A Phoenix.
Reborn with scars of past
Stronger than ever.
Her ways swapped,
Embraced scars.
They can't go near her
She burns like a fire
Burns her fear away,
Her lessons guide her.
©snehajacob
