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...

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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...

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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;
    ...

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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...

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Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
the brilliant copper sky 
fades to twilight beam.
 
 
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as young...

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I want to be alone where skylarks sing
Where primroses grow wild and bluebells ring
Where sweet the fragrant scent of Mountain thyme
Back in the glen that...

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Love in Spring (10-Word Challenge)

Steal away with me my Beloved One,
to rendezvous under a radiant sapphire sky,
where brown skylarks sweetly sing
their incessant songs in dulcet...

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HAIKU & TWO SENRYU
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white sky... low the clouds
winter... stuck in a drift again
spring... where are you...
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the bobbin dipper flies
below our secret rivers
spring... summer delight
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ring ouzel......

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In a corner of forever shining faintly far away
Are the softly burning candles of a long forgotten play,
Illuminating faintly every countenance of time
Like a poem...

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Mountains occupy my mind

I crave the solitude,

Upon their lofty heights I find

Peace, and lifted mood.

The echoing of jousting crows

A skylarks warbling call,

Sunshine playing across a...

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Whispers of mist lie deathly white,
shifting in the early morning light;
the nightjar pipes his haunting tune,
soon to rue the waning of the moon.

The sun shines...

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Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream, 
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream? 
Then at the...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily...

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"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow
of powerful feelings . . . " Wordsworth
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I write poetry that when read may seem easy,
Hard writing makes "easy" reading,...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon...

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