Best Lark Poems

Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music sweet
Rising higher and darting up with movements slick

In our ears, your song falls like peals of chiming bells
In clear crystalline...

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"What a Lark"


I used to be inspired once
like a lark beating it’s wings 
higher and ever higher into a
golden and blue eggshell sky.
Hailstones hit me 
during ascension 
and I’ve fallen
into steep decline,
lying on a pavement somewhere
where bystanders walk by 
ignorant and blind
to this broken 
once...

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Sammy went out on a lark
sailing his boat in the dark
and while he got drunk
his little boat sunk
so his hangover went to the shark...

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Floating, and skimming through the wind
I climb higher and higher to the clouds!
Diving and rising again, I rise above.
Silence! The wind my constant friend
Numbs my beak and whispers out loud
While I climb to that special place I love.

Hoovering, waiting for the rising drafts
I look down...

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He plays a song passed down for centuries,
By a nation that exists no more;
On a flute carved from a sycamore tree,
While sitting on the forest floor.

His father was a tribal chief,
For a people who once were great;
Now living on welfare relief -
His punishment for being...

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In the green fields of Summer
I opened my eyes,
And dreamed of a time
Where I’d climb to the skies,
And as I grew up
With a song in my heart,
I knew it was time
For my dream to depart.


So I opened my wings
And I started on up,
For my song...

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The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the...

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My lady has a passion like a lark
Her burning heart is made from a small spark
Immortality strikes what’s never lame
She’s never burnt by the eternal flame

My lover holds some joy here before me
In a sentiment unlike what we see
There’s solid power through her perfect skies
Opening...

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You!!!! Me? Yes. Forever,,,  Exclamations
and a question started conversation
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The skylark

The bird that climbs up in the sky
And looks as if it had angels wings
I ask myself why
How beautiful she sings
Is it gods way of telling us
The beauty he brings
And that's Just one of many things...

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I am wanting to look good.
It is high time that I should
The mirror in the wardrobe told me so
I am now no longer fit
Just an old decrepit git
Who lost his youthful figure long ago

My hair is going grey
Doesn’t look like it will stay 
My teeth...

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An Old Battlefield ,  by Frank L. Stanton


The softest whisperings of the scented South,
And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth;

And, where the thunders of the fight were born,
The wind's sweet tenor in the standing corn;

With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam,
And blue...

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Limerick : Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark

Once a cute Little Lark laughed for a lark
And woke up the Bush Watchman in the dark
Man barked : « What’s so funny ? »
Lark chirped : « Look at Bunny ! »
Bush felt snails...

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What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its song.
The crisp aroma of dawn's petrichor
becomes acute as we walk hand in hand.
The taste of coffee pleases all the more,
partaking...

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Walking on colourful leaves,
      fall brings back long sleeves.
    The lazy sun goes to bed early,
     while the morning fresh wind 
     caresses the wet grass softly.

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