Poems about airport



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№ 1210339

ESSENDON AIRPORT

A PLANE CRASH AT ESSENDON AIRPORT
AMERICAN TOURIST LIVES LOST
HERE IN AUSTRALIA ON A GOLFING TRIP
NOW THEIR FAMILIES COUNT THE COST

MEN OF CHARACTER AND STRONG STATURE
WITH A VARIED LIFE TRAVELLED
LOOSING THERE LIVES WHILE ON THIS TRIP
NOW THERE FAMILIES LIVES ARE UNRAVELED

OUR HEARTS ARE VERY HEAVY
OUR THOUGHTS ARE DEFINITELY WITH YOU
LETS HOPE THE FAMILIES MEMORIES
COMFORT THEM AS THEY DO


airport.

Author: MARK RIORDAN
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1196578

Airport

Hellos, goodbyes,
Tears, smiles, regrets.
Families going together
And some breaking apart.
The planes come
And go
And so do the people
It's a place we all have been to
But only a few of us truly know it


airport.

Author: AB
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Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1189400

Airport Wait

Well i guess i'm going to stay here
Write some more
Keep myself awake
For a while
I'm at the airport
They don't have wi fi
Yet all these god damn planes
Landing and taking off
With their satellites
Electronics
Planes charging money for breathmints
Pillows
Yet
This motherfucker right here
Can't sign on the internet
I can only see the limited version of the internet
Which is only
The atlanta hartsfield airport website
It's the most boring website in the world
Now i have to entertain myself
By checking flights
That aren't even mine
To feel like
I'm some sort of computer programmer
Hacking into the system
Changing people's flight information
That's the point that i'm at
With nothing exciting in sight
Until 9am
When the bar starts serving alcohol


airport,  wait.

Author: B
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Date: 19/03/2020

№ 1184517

What happened at the airport

I went to the airport today, as my mom was traveling I was there my sister, my father and we kept doing our goodbyes as my father expressed how much he will miss her about 10 times... even though she's coming back in a week.
While I was sitting there a man caught my eye he was with a lady a smaller asian lady, she was dressed very simply looks like she doesn't have much, her hair was messy... she doesn't seem to care about how she looks, he was pushing her from her hand joint and not her actual hand... his grip firm... like she was a stray dog and he was containing her from runing wild. He was dressed more decently and he seemed from the gulf and he seemed like he wanted to get this over with... he kept pushing her as my eyes involuntarily followed their every move he had a passport in his hand seemed hers and a small bag... no luggage.
I saw her passing throught the checkpoints and I lost them for a while Finally it was time to leave my mom at the check point where only the travelers can pass... that's when I saw that lady again and the security was behind her again guiding her like a stray puppy to the man who happened to be next to me... the security handed her over to the man who didn't seem so happy to see her again as the security said " the captin won't allow her on his flight like this, she needs to wake up from whatever she's in"... that's when I lost them again as my mother was waving to us the final wave I got occupied by waving back and then watched her leave. finally we decided to leave the airport and for the last time I found the lady agian sitting alone starring into the ground her head waving back and forth like her neck was not strong enough to hold her head... as I saw the man leaving the airport door with a key in his hand... he left the bag and passport with her and left... and we left too
But she stayed there
Unaware and rejected
Lost but no one was searching


airport,  happened.

Author: lina S
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Date: 14/03/2020


№ 1179934

Airport Bar

The blue moon
Rises
To greet a
Mash of a crowd
Enjoying the company
Despite being strangers

Waxing and waning it
Slowly.
Slips.
Away.

Until next to no souls
Remain
And the blue moon
Fades and
Reappears
On the next
Table


airport,  bar.

Author: Rachel Brainard
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Date: 10/03/2020

№ 1172607

Ode to An Airport Terminal

I suppose this is the part where tears fall
From my eyes in rapid unison
But I find myself feeling nothing at all

As I'm watching the rising autumn sun
Memories take over like high tide
In the race to grow up, who really won?

Six years old, mama's mascara on her eyes
Wishing she could fit into her heels,
But still running to her when she cries

You think you know how it feels
To be grown up when you're left alone
For a weekend; but that's not being on your own.

I want to go home.
Someone please take me home.

Jets roar in the distance and I wonder
If this is what it feels like
To enter calm water, only to be pulled under

And I know it shouldn't feel right
Leaving the past eighteen years
At this terminal in the early daylight

But still, there are no tears;
Only distant memories
And resurfacing fears

Fifteen years old and simply needing
To be able to drive on my own;
My eyes may be dry, but they are pleading:

I want to go home.
Someone please take me home.


airport,  ode,  terminal.

Author: Gossamer
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Date: 04/03/2020


№ 1171738

Airport Crisis

I prefer the chaos of the airport to the tranquility of my overpriced, air-conditioned hotel. I feel confined to relax. Dip my toes in the pool and exhale audibly. The pressure is at a boiling point. I can feel activity just outside the pool front and I itch to breathe the smog.

I leave the four white walls confiding me to comfort letting my t-shirt cling to my body as I exit. I arrive three hours early for my plane, just to watch the cacophony of it all. My mind writes stories while they confirm my passport.

As a young girl she wanted to be a dancer...She worked at the corner store to pay for lessons.... Her dad died when she was ten and the stress of the loss made her break out in pustule acne which she picked incessantly. Dropped out of school. Corner store, doorwoman, bus driver. The acne left scars. She now checks passports and eats ramen noodles alone for dinner over looking the city.

As I wait to board I observe the crying son and the yelling father; the dynamic duo. The elderly Chinese lady fast in sleep in front of me. The Korean child peering over my shoulder as I write this. The smell of duty free liquor and the loudness of foreign tongues fill the room with a possessiveness.

The family across from me stares at their iphones in a meditative state.

I sit here. Observing. Assuming. Telling. Like opening day at the museum— art in its most primal. The crying lovers. An empty bag of peanuts. The Japanese woman, robe, facemask and all-- preparing for the night.


airport,  crisis.

Author: Becca Lansman
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Date: 03/03/2020

№ 1168001

Airport

A cigarette (could be empty
For all i care)
Drips its fumes out into the air
As i sit on a cold bench
Outside the airport.
I breathe it in
In and out.
It means something to me
I can feel it
I just don't know what.

I look, i listen
This music, its waves of sound
Somehow making music
And the music means something to me
I just don't know what

The fire burns it down
Approaching the filter at a speed
I cannot measure
Try as i may
(and i have tried)
To measure its burning time accurately
I cannot determine when it will reach its destination

The filter looks to me and says
"careful,
Don't burn yourself. "
It looks to me and says
"Don't. Burn. Yourself. "

This cigarette
(it could be empty
For all i care)
Means something
I just don't know what.

These people mean something
I just don't know what, either.


airport.

Author: Gill Winston Spooner
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Date: 28/02/2020

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