Larks Poems - Poems about Larks

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, my souls songbird, I wish to be consumed by you'r dreary melody. Spare me this. agony and sing to me, I beg of thee, So I might no longer hear...

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larks soar autumn's sky as sun follows prairie rain . . . wild larkspur sparkles ...

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larks' symphony soars in unison with west winds~ celestial chorus _________________________________ Notes: Larks are known for their melodious singing. They also sing while they are flying, unlike most other birds, who only sing when perched. This indicates cheerfulness and reminds us to find joy in our own lives. Seeing a meadowlark is good news for the viewer,...

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You remember me from my past books I remember you from your scouring looks No sales were made; I landed a job that’s not obscure selling newspapers on the corner is my entrepreneur Sales begin turning up and the stand had a name “birds eye view” was the unique game. Hung up feeders around the shack I knew...

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Have nothing to say, but lots to write Can’t see in the dark, will wait till its light The birds are still nesting, there’s nothing to do But before I do back to bed, how are you? Happy Lark is poverty stricken, nothing would sell Maybe it was due to the words that I had misspelled, I sold ice cream and...

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I am about to leave camp in the thunder If lightning strikes me it will be a blunder My quills are bent, the ink well is dry This being my last poem, I know you won’t cry. No need to create a book jacket for my book People wouldn’t take the time to look, I’ll leave out the year it...

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Pondering past midnight I rest unsure If my thoughts and rhymes would be a cure I seem to have displaced my pen and papers Don’t’ have a thick candle, only tapers A famous poet is my envision I have cataracts, I’ll need a re-vision. Can’t decide whether to rhyme or write in prose Maybe it will be a masterpiece, who knows? When...

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A lark smiles and chats With sunrays in Ankara Hunter shoots it dead Vengeance in a truck Mows down people in Berlin In Christmas shopping Pain in pink ribbons Thorns in vengeful souls stubborn Sun and moon look on _________________________________ 21/12/2016...

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The tangled sadness of souls lost Between Heaven and Earth, Eternally on their way, Lifting upwards, Soaring, Climbing. Only to feel the ground’s pull, The unseen ropes. Trapped in intermediation. They have left us without leaving, Departed without arriving, No sweet Lethe for them, No afterlife among ethereal Beauties bathed in eternal light, No rest...

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