Best Meadowlark Poems

When I first flew the nest, my spirits were low; 
how my world has changed from one year ago. 
Now fully fledged, I spread open my wings! 
My voice, once a whisper, now gently sings. 
You can feel my music through verse all day long,...

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I heard a meadowlark today,
The first one I have heard
Since I left Dakota prairies.
That cheery little bird
Brought back so many memories
Of childhood young and free.
Sing on Songster and take me back
To how it used to be,
To the time when Mom and Daddy
Held most of my...

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There is a lark who is born to live in the meadow,
perched far above the smooth mountain stones.
She will rise from fields of the cloverleaf cradles,
with a foxglove petal, riding her wings.

A feather she's worn, will flutter on down, 
to welcome us here, and to...

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For William and Laura Nance

if the jabberwocky were a clock
would it talk in jabberese
or simply be right twice a day
in order to sometimes please

what if ants were big as horses 
and horses could take to wing
would the meadowlark, lark or
perhaps the songbird sing

if the songbird...

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meadowlark singing
happy songs early in morn ~
cheery yellow notes

FIRST PLACE WINNER
written August 12, 2021
for “Songbird Haiku” Poetry Contest
by Tania Kitchen
Syllables checked by PS Syllable Counter...

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In a field both sere and stark,
stood a forlorn Meadowlark.
Motionless, he eyed the ground,
ears alert for any sound.

Unaware, an insect stirred,
deep in dust and cockleburs.
A grain of sand became dislodged
and rolled between the lone bird's claws.

The bird allowed himself to blink,
his beady eyes as black...

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PASSIONS BEATS MY HEART SOUNDS OF THE MEADOWLARK

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Song of the Meadowlark

In the air, a lark on wing,
Who lightly perches
On a ranch fence wire
Then softly sings
With heartfelt desire,
and intensity

That catches my attention;
Its feelings extended
And plea unreturned,
Like so many
Gifted warbler of vocal sound
Yearning for affection.

The song is carried
Across the lea on the breeze,
Wishfully seeking,...

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the lake where they hid
a memory

their song
sublimated

a cattail beaten
remnants taken by wind

a semi roars past
someone calls progress

someone says
ninety percent chance of rain

someone says
dance barefoot through puddles

a murder of crows shadows skies
someone looks to the sun

the sun reflects
faceless waters
...

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TALKING BLUE MEADOWLARK IN THE DARK
 
                                  As I look past the...

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