Fast,
Furious.
The ever present hum of the engine.
Soaring above the world,
Above the big blue.
The sun follows behind us,
Shimmering,
Burning orange into our taillights.
We streak through the cloud mass.
Precipitation clings to the windows,
And our eyes scream Victory!
Freedom never tasted so good.
Author notes
This poem is about two people flying in a plane, escaping the world below and feeling complete freedom. They feel strength and life in the sky, a feeling they can never seem to find on the ground. This poem was inspired by the picture as well as the contest title.
A contest entry
- burning through the clouds by JinSays.
906 points, ended April 6, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Did you get that they're in a plane?
Comments
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Nice poem, I like the fact that its about them feeling strength and being brave enough to leave the troubles of the ground behind them.
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I got that they were in a plane.
Thank you for taking the time to enter this contest, and I wish you all the best.
Love,
jin
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