Song Lark Poems

A state that doesn’t give spark
For it fancies it not: The Dark;
The time a true mongrel would bark
And hearers know what it means: Hark!

A pitch...

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Sing me a song because my heart yearns to grieve. Sing me a song so my eyes might shed the tears my body detains.

Dearest lark,...

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What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its...

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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music...

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The song of the lark returns

          To the edge of the woodland

    ...

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perched upon a twig
chirping away gloomy dawn ~
    cheerful lark sparrow



Songbirds Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Bird chosen: Lark Sparrow
Date written: 08/14/2021...

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The song of the lark returns
To the edge of the woodland
She greets me cheerfully trilling
As I stroll across the flowering lea,
Her welcome tones portending
A fine...

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“Lark Ascending"



We sleep 
through 

the worst of it all, 
snake bit

prospects thin 
sometimes we give 

sometimes we give in
our losses add credits to the win

we...

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The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And...

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She turns her jewel eyes to the sun 
 pipping a throated song of far remote 
 turning this a way and that a way...

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I listen attentively when a lark sings
Singing never a sad song
Singing fondly to fools, kings, all and sundry
Always singing with melody and mirth
Calling at the...

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Piercing frosty morn
Larksong fills my soul with hope;
Harbinger of spring...

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The sweet song of the democracy lark
Once told of a bright and hopeful dawn
Now there is only a strident bark
And the whimper of sycophants that...

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You!!!! Me? Yes. Forever,,,  Exclamations
and a question started conversation
......

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An Old Battlefield ,  by Frank L. Stanton


The softest whisperings of the scented South,
And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth;

And, where the thunders...

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