Best Skylarks Poems

The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see me running

fancy free between the rain drops,

I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive;

I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, 

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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23  
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Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning

“Skylarks call across morning light”
After cold quiet stills laughter
In the deep shafts of ebony
Matins roll away stubborn stones.

Daylight spins on dawning’s spread wings,
Skylarks call across morning light,
“A kiss from the rose on...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. 
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
        a Batman cape,
              ...

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The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing

....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas



The morning speaks with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture,
crisp and clear, like God's first measure of
        a holy hymn.
   ...

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Mornings shrill with skylarks singing 
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, 
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. 
A sudden shower would see me running 
fancy free between the rain drops, 
I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; 
I skittered,...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time.
Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat,
I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought
Pollutes my surface as is intended,
But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart.
The statue has a skin change too: skylark rest,
Merely superficial - smiles surfacing for...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive;
I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, 
like...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive;
I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, 
like...

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...inspired by 'Poem In October' by Dylan Thomas


The morning rings with skylarks singing,
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills...

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tweeting praise* to God

triumphantly sounding hope~

amidst lofty flight

*Psalm 89:5 And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD...

2nd place, "Songbird Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/23/2021....

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....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas



The air is filled with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture,
crisp and clear, like God's first measure of
        a holy hymn.
       ...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. 
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
        a Batman cape,
              ...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive;
I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, 
like...

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SONG OF THE SKYLARKS



Oh, freedom is full-flung unbounded:
Riding the light wind’s wave
On  invisible surf crest,
Diving fast with wings withdrawn,
Beating down the air and gliding at full speed,
Floating, rolling, soaring  into the sun:
Tireless,  ever hovering  unbonded. 
Cradled in the  bosom ...

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