Best Skylark Poems
Watch the birds in flight
As they soar from sight
Over verdant canopies,
With their nests below
Tiny feathers grow
On their fledglings in the trees.
Hungry mouths to feed
With the gathered seed
Found upon the dewy sod,
Which the skylark brings.
Afterward she sings
Her sweet gift of song to God.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Dr. Ram’s
‘The Alouette Contest’
the skylark chirps
of amorous refrains
mellow as night…
a winged hymn echoing
tales of my deepened woes
Andrea Dietrich's Tanka 3:Return to TOP TEN
3/26/2015
The heavens, their stage;
spotlights of sunrays.
Soaring angelic chorus.
Ballerina dance,
their movements enhanced
by beautiful songs of love.
A sweet lullaby
drifts down from the sky.
Performance demands a hush.
Entranced, we are now,
as they take their bow.
Mother Earth's mobile for us.
Contest: The Alouette
Sponsor Dr. Ram Mehta
SKYLARK
Tenderness in the cotton powder skies above, fly little skylark
Within these clouds milky white, soaring through the veils of
Nirvana, sing tiny song bird with graces flight of beauty beneath,
Sway against the canvas clarity, blanketed by crystal cleared blues
Hewes splendor divine!
Angled breezes usher currents of waved softness, uplifting,
Delicate wings spreading wide, embracing the dawn’s first
Rays of light, shimmering in the bursting brilliance's cast,
In reflective colors of God’s eternal rainbow, does it not
Shine so in perfections afterglow!
Glide ever freely on gossamer feathers appendages, as
Ivory vapors milt away separating in this rolling abyss
Of atmospheric mists, drifting with elegance timeless
Abandonment, carried upon the very breath of angels
Frothy foam of spiritual faith!
Side shift morning’s skylark, between multi-colored shafts
Streaming from heights glory of divinities finery, admits
Textures array cascading downwards, dissolving, vaporizing
Into the oceans aquatic spray of tranquility, lying underneath
The heavens magnificent horizon!
At twilight’s fading hour this graceful winged song bird
Descends, unto the wilderness canopy evergreen.
Nestled amongst the leafy tree tops, lies her cradled
Nest of generations, sheltering those echoing
Voices yet to be heard, held captive within
Warmth’s birthing shells, beneath loving wings
Of graces mothering!
Harken the stirring within these egged time capsules,
What musical bursting shall greet the futures dawning,
Nay the harmony of perfections natural glory sing,
At the winged skylarks chorus soaring, to awaken
The sunrises majestic elegance!
Tenderness in the cotton powder skies above, fly little skylark
Within these clouds milky white, soaring through the vials of
Nirvana, sing tiny song bird with graces flight of beauty beneath,
Sway against the canvas clarity, blanketed by crystal cleared blues
Hewes splendor divine!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Somewhere in the park
The early skylark
Sings with verve, his stolen notes.
Weaves them with his own,
Makes them his alone.
On him the rapt poet dotes.
The poet will write
How in late of night
The small skylark sings his song.
He flies very high.
He seems above sky
Sounds like the sky sings along.
7/21/14
For Dr. Mehta's contest
On the other side
where the dark resides
there are skylarks in the night
While our children sleep
they bring dreams to keep,
sunlit rainbows, in their flight
With soft wings, they fly
cooing lullabies,
soothing babies in their beds
For each precious child,
dreamland is compiled,
gently laced with pastel threads
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Submitted for Dr. Ram's Contest: Alouettee "Skylark"
8/5/14
Song soars, dawn of day,
over fields gold with hay,
sudden rising melody.
Stirring balmy air,
heavenly fanfare,
giving summer therapy.
Lyrical bouquet,
birdsong ricochets,
a soulful “blues” remedy.
Skylark, debonair,
above our earth, fair,
create joyful fantasy.
Copyright, July 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Skylark I sail with you as the morning
breaks the sky and sun cuts through
like dancing diamonds cruising
the aqua sea.
Axis on a wheel of lonely flight
I offer you these hours of dark
nights for those whose lives are solitary
too. Beethoven I turn up on the patio,
higher and higher for you to hear the
magnificence.
But you advance to dive and catch
a beetle or a sticky fly. You prefer
to offer them to your female while
ignoring this striking opus.
Skylark roosts in oak
Singing through the smoke
Of misty clouds passing by
Music of the dawn
Shared with spotted fawn
Pleasures that delight the eye
Skylark flies above
Crooning about love
Soaring through the gloomy morn
Sunrise beckons eyes
Twinkling at the guise
While the bird whines of a warn
Written on August 4th, 2014
FOR: The Alouetee Updated on 26-7-14 - Poetry Contest
Soaring high it flies
Spring is here it cries
Sound radiates the air
Bringing smiles to all
one brown bird so small
Sings hovering way up there
Way up in the clouds
Hangs in space so proud
Whilst observing way down low
A safe place to nest
Tufted grass is best
Where there are seeds, insects, now
Penned 18 July 2014
Ayoo, ayooeh
Above the blue day
A sound of wings, a shudder
Song of currents swell
Thousand moons have fell
Into these many waters
Ayoo, ayooai
Sky bird says goodbye
To the youthful lily white
Grass of many blades
Sky of many shades
Goodbye, whispers he, goodnight
-For Dr. Mehta's The Alouetee contest
I stand under the statue of liberty
Counting the red pennies
I stand diminished of all my properties
Even my history.
I am watching skylarks sky diving for bread
They all have long black wings
And they cry awfully, some say no one sings
Again. It's rap instead.
But what I heard had neither rhythm or art
And made my pennies fall.
Towering above me, on a cold, dak wall
Things just falling apart.
I stand under the statue of liberty
Its massive, iron breast
Stilled, as the shrieking skylarks dive and digest
Crumbs of cold charity.
The birds still crying as the boats go pass
The statue turns green, livid green, green as grass.
A wise bird, wiser than the west
It blend beak of voice and a beacon afar
Deftly blending clouds with feathers
Spread over wicked continents
Which is shifting opinions as in tectonic plates
Continent of men, clouds of winged meanings
Drifting oceans, Dithering wings
They meet in swarms and grooves
In a season of stealth and drones
No one wants an yellow messenger
That whispers to the wind, vividly
It could tilt and slope, incline and invade
The valley of vultures and other dreaded signs
No one want an yellow messenger
That could see beyond the tropic clouds
That could foretell the origin of nemesis
That could groove vision in your timid eyes
That bridges light unto your iris canals
No one want an yellow messenger
That carves blissful voices in your yellow belles
Bile is bile, vile is vile, primate is primate and so is the Continental drift
There once was a princess
Who lived in a far away land
She wore the most gorgeous burgundy dress
And she took off her shoes as she walked in the sand
She grew up around a family of duchesses, princesses and queens
Who told her to be lady like around guests
But she strived to be nothing but a king
And he did just that and nonetheless
He began to try on dress shirts and fitted pants
And he felt right at home
He could then hear the chants
He had more fans of his own
Now it was time for his royal crowning
By the ocean with the coral reef and the sharks
He stood tall and spoke his words without drowning
“I am King Skylark.”
Skylark spread your wings
Pull yourself up from the ground
Trust in the currents
One foot can lift you
Out to meet the starry night
Release yourself soon
Energy is faint
Yet the heart beats with power
We can not lift you
Find the quickening
Chance to take your maiden flight
You will remember
Flying is in you
You have been at rest so long
Take this one last flight
We will all watch you
Cheering through our tears and fears
Imprinting the sight
Sooner than we think
We will have to take our flights
Risking the journey
Waving our hands high
Reaching for the clouds above
Hoping for entry
Greeters are waiting
With open arms and smiling
Relief on their end
The world is troubled
Peace must live somewhere we hope
You are needed there
We all must let go
If we hold you too closely
You'll not make your flight
Skylark sing your song
The melody resonates
Through the summer air