Best Meadowlarks Poems

meadow grass swaying
as larks serenade their mates. . .
wind softly sighing


June 20, 2019
For Tania Kitchin's Birds Or Bees Haiku Poetry Contest
Syllables: 5/7/5 checked by Howmanysyllables.com...

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A soft yellow ember,
the sun is arising
Horizons remember
the smile on your face

Meadowlarks sing
as the morning approaches
The start of a new day
in hues to embrace

Rose petal...

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Wintry days were turning mild.
After the harsh stormy days.
     Still not a sound could be heard
     Except...

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“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins

The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost...

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A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in...

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Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

At dawn's first blush, 
milkweed pods, 
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of, 
silk sending secrets......

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The Power of One

Slowly shadows devour the day’s light,
The silhouette of fear draws breath 
From the soul left gasping,
A firestorm of fury gathering,
Like mists of...

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There was a possum
of worldly descent
Gathering diamonds
and things it had spent

Chasing a catfish
down dragonfly row
Wanting to see if
it was someone to know

Laughed at an aardvark...

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In the silence of my dreams
there is not a sound I hear
Not excited happy screams
nor a whisper in my ear

Slumbering in comfort warm
walking through a...

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Life is a dance.
As the waves come in, I dance with the ocean
with songs of God’s love in my head.
On a passing cloud there floats...

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New grass will wave in a crisp morning breeze
White buds will blur our orchard lanes again
Clouds will be dancing over the blue horizon
And earth will...

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"There is nothing more beautiful than the poetry I see in her smile" 
- Chris Green


Her smile is the sunrise that greets me each morning
a...

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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.

The field lives palpable in the...

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High on a hillside,
in the middle 
of the marigolds 
and the meadowlarks,
 I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's 
cool, green grass.

I press my...

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in my beautiful dream -

enwrapped by green tranquility -

I am kissing your tender lips

beneath the bluest sky

as meadowlarks serenade us




Date written: May 14, 2019...

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