Poems about wings


№ 1210291

May I Borough Your Wings

Hey mam...
May I borough your wings, he asked
I need to touch the sky
And walk with the stars
That litter space and time
With illumination
And great wonder and design


Author: SSeagraves
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209782

Swan songs and beating wings

Resound as you bounce,
Vibrations denounce,
The shattering, ounce by ounce,
As all that you were,
Pools into nevermore.

That grip, so slipped,
Your grasp, your wit,
Won't lift you,
Elevating negatively,
And the only increase is momentum,

beating,  songs,  swan,  wings.

Author: johnny poe
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209408

Angels Wings

Your love curls around me
In ribbons of blue and gold
Traces of silver entwined
Into my hearts core

As your body melts into mine
Our souls will unite
Spirits tumble through space
Becoming one where we lie

Your fingers gently stroke
The contours of my face
Remembrance deep inside
Of the touch of your smile

I rise above you slowly
Arms reaching to the sky
Only to return once more
To my home by your side

As the covers tangle
So our life force blends
Till nestled tightly to you
I sleep with angels wings

angels,  wings.

Author: Morgana Lefay
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208243

On the Wings of Time: a Prayer.

As on the wings of time
I fly,
And pass over the years
With no sigh,
Winning and losing
With no cry,
This prayer I make in all try:

That I lose not your face
Night and day,
And find you by my side all
The way,
Then come what come may,
I shall have kept all gloom
At bay.
-by Hakim Kassim.

prayer,  time,  wings.

Author: Hakim Kassim
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1204710

Wings of Dreams

Become as wings that will outshine my sadness
Cutting through the cold darkness
In this world where the wind blows like a knife
Be my armor and protect me through the night

By protecting me from this cruel world
Where despair and hope wear the same face
You have been shattered
Pieces of you have been scattered

My gentle chest aches,
By the fragment of you that pierced me
But I found joy with this pain
For I have kept a part of you in my heart
As long as I feel pain
I will be happy
For I will know that a fragment of you
Still resides in my heart

Those fragment of my wings that have scattered
To different worlds maybe
Worry not for I will destroy those walls
That separates you and me

I will make all the worlds as one
So there will always be You and Me

Then, Dreams,
Become my wings that outshine my sadness
Turn my loneliness to strength
So that I could believe
These tears, falling down still
Shall be changed to smiles one day.

dreams,  wings.

Author: ZT
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1203801

Tender wings-haiku

Tender wings take flight
Manipulate the wind's might
Such freedom, delight.

haiku,  tender,  wings.

Author: grumpy thumb
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1203726

You are my wings

I caged myself for these three years,
Mingling socially is what I fears,
Out of boredom I stepped in tinder,
I found you as friendly message sender.

I was in this complicated love,
My mind dealing with questions to solve,
You took my thoughts away from him,
We messaged, chats and I got over him.

You always console me on my terrible love,
You taught me how to solve this love,
No more console I need for that rotten soul,
He can fuck up and die on his stinky foul.

I need the strength to be alone,
I need my wings to everywhere I flown,
I truly won't mind if you come along.
I would need a friend to survive this long.


Author: Kim Johnson
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1203345

And I grew wings ( a story)

I stood on the edge. I looked down from there and I saw people walk by. They looked like some dots painted on a canvas randomly with different colours using spray with a hard brush. They looked liked moving dots or I better say that they looked like moving ants. Colourful ants. I saw trees, I saw buildings, I saw greenery everywhere. For I was standing on the edge of top most building I could find.
I looked towards the sky and I saw sun in front of me. Blazing in the last light of the day. Dying slowly. Setting over the horizon.

The birds flied in the sky coloured in shades of red, orange and yellow. And on the other side of the sky, I could make out the moon up above. The birds filed in groups and you can hear them talking to each other in their languages.

All my life, I've wanted to fly. When I was kid, I used to look at birds in the sky. I used to feel envy of me for them. Envious for these creatures of freedom got what I wanted. They got the wings. I wanted to fly besides them. I used to look at the sky and think of touching me. I wanted to touch the clouds. I wanted to fly to those heights that no one touched ever. I wanted to fly to lands I haven't seen. I wanted to sleep flying in the moonlight. I used to feel the winds blowing on my face and I day dreamt of flying in those wings.

All these years I spend being the prisoner of the lands, my passion grew. It kept on growing until now, strengthening inside my heart.
Now, my passion had reached insanity.

"I want to fly" I said with my eyes closed, feeling the air around me.

A breeze blew. I could feel it. It talked to me. Like inviting me to its embrace. Asking me to spread my wings and fly.

Today I was going to fly. Even though for just some seconds before finally ending my life unless there occur a miracle and that miracle save my life. I can't wait another second of my life without flying.

I was waiting for the final call of the winds.
And the winds finally answered. They blew so fast around me. From front, from behind, from up from down. I was inside the ball of winds.
And I fell.

I was going slow at first but I could feel the air hitting on my face. My hands and my legs opened wide. I was enjoying the sensation I was having. The flow of winds past my ears and my hair. It made me alive. I felt I've loved just now. I was happy I finally got to fly before my death. The more I filed, the more I knew I became close to death. I was flying. I was falling.


It hadn't ended yet.

I feel something on my back. It was paining me. On the back just opposite to where heart is on left side and on same counter on the right side. It was paining a lot. Like a baby in there or is shall better day two babies in there and they were trying to come out of me. I was feeling like pain women face during delivery of their child but just a problem was that I didn't had any hole inside my body to provide guidance to them. I was being ripped apart. It was a weird feeling because I was soothened by my passion of flying. I was like feeling happiness and feeling pain at the same time.

"let your wings come out, spread them and fly, fly like you've always wanted to, fly, fly fly" the sound fly kept on echoing. These words were said by the air. The winds. I heard her clear this time.

I tried to rip myself with my body using my will. And they tried to come out with all their force. I was being tore up from my back. Like an axe was used on there. And the sun had set by then. It was dead dark. And they came out. Like a baby bird hatching from its shell. Covered a bit in blood. But they were out. They were my wings. My feathered winds, as white as snow on colour but having crimson red spots on them of my blood. They were attached to me. And I flapped them with my will. I could control them like they were my hands. I flapped them hard and hard. As hard as I could.

And I began flying.

grew,  story,  wings.

Author: loveless
Date: 01/04/2020