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Meadowlark Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem Wordsmiths in the Woods Anthony Slausin Free verse meadowlark, friendship, poetry,
Premium Member Poem BUFFALO POUND Mel Gill Free verse meadowlark, bird, day, easter, horse,
Premium Member Poem And I LOVE U Na ninampenda U --- part 2 James Edward Lee Sr. Lyric meadowlark, appreciation, desire, for her,
Premium Member Poem PASSIONS BEATS MY HEART SOUNDS OF THE MEADOWLARK James Edward Lee Sr. Light Verse meadowlark, allusion, analogy, appreciation, bird,
Twilight composers Chris Green Rhyme meadowlark, good night,
Premium Member Poem TALKING BLUE MEADOWLARK IN THE DARK James Edward Lee Sr. Light Verse meadowlark, adventure, confidence, engagement, journey,
Premium Member Poem Sunday in the Park John Gondolf Rhyme meadowlark, lonely, nature, summer, sunshine,
I Have Seen You At The Courtyard Door Mario Vitale Free verse meadowlark, anxiety, art,
A Mother's Goodbye John Newlin Free verse meadowlark, bereavement,
Haiku Poem 20 Tom Cook Haiku meadowlark, bird, inspirational, nature, song,
Premium Member Poem Choose You James Edward Lee Sr. Free verse meadowlark, abuse, angst, appreciation, assonance,
silent footfalls shift Tim Smith Free verse meadowlark, lost love,
Remember Me Little Sperling Free verse meadowlark, home, memory, nostalgia, sad,
Premium Member Poem Butterfly Dreams The Grahamburglar Rhyme meadowlark, animal, bird, butterfly, fantasy,
It Was on a Kansas Farm Gayle Rodd Rhyme meadowlark, farm, imagery,
Beneath this soft dark silent sky Chris Green Free verse meadowlark, good night,
Premium Member Poem Immortal Tethers Rein Phillip Garcia Idyll (Idyl) meadowlark, nature,
Wonderful Dawn Chris Green Rhyme meadowlark, good morning,
This World Will be a Sadder Place Curtis Forsythe Rhyme meadowlark, nature,
Premium Member Poem Pulling up Anchor Joseph May Monorhyme meadowlark, bird, nature,
This is how every day should begin Chris Green Rhyme meadowlark, love, morning,
Babble On Sarah Hand Rhyme meadowlark, nature, uplifting, water,
Premium Member Poem Songbird at 3 AM Betty Butler Rhyme meadowlark, beautiful, bird, morning, song,
Too Soon, Too Late DM Babbit Couplet meadowlark, day, night, time,
WHEN THE WILDFIRE BURNED Dana Young Enclosed Rhyme meadowlark, earth, environment, fire, natural
Premium Member Poem The Present - God's Gift To Man Roof Missing Rhyme meadowlark, life,
Premium Member Poem Songs Of Power Robert Lindley Rhyme meadowlark, allegory, death, humanity, loss,
Missing Yesterday Tonight Joan Donnelly Ellis Verse meadowlark, love, missing you,
Plain Old Country Boy Steven Siegel Free verse meadowlark, dream, family, farm, memory,
Zen Dudley Jude Enclosed Rhyme meadowlark, philosophy,
Not as Pure Sheila Cooperman Verse meadowlark, beautiful, light,
Premium Member Poem Meadowlark Carrie Richards Personification meadowlark, bird, nature,
Premium Member Poem I AM A MEADOWLARK JAN ALLISON Personification meadowlark, bird, me, writing,
Premium Member Poem and so I pictured peace John lawless Free verse meadowlark, metaphor, peace,
Night Mel Merrill Elegy meadowlark, faith,
Premium Member Poem My Paradise Carrie Richards Free verse meadowlark, beautiful, beauty, nature,
The Deepening William Blackman Prose Poetry meadowlark, emotions, imagery, inspirational, life,
Premium Member Poem The Winter of My Tears Andrea Dietrich Kyrielle meadowlark, sad, seasons,
Premium Member Poem At Heaven's Gate - Parts 1 and 2 Terry O'Leary Ballad meadowlark, fantasy,
Premium Member Poem Boa's Ark - Part 3 Terry O'Leary Rhyme meadowlark, fantasy, men, philosophy, war,
Revelation Daniel Larson Rhyme meadowlark, faith,
Ode to My Daughter jeff eklund Rhyme meadowlark, daughter, faith, family, father,
Premium Member Poem Can the Meadowlark, Lark Charles Henderson Quatrain meadowlark, fantasy
Premium Member Poem Meandering Stream Robert L. Hinshaw Couplet meadowlark, natureme,
Premium Member Poem A Springtime Song john freeman Sonnet meadowlark, naturebird, bird,
Premium Member Poem Blink Carrie Richards Nonet meadowlark, nature,
Premium Member Poem Dawning Debbie Guzzi Free verse meadowlark, allegory, devotion, hope, life,
MOTHER NATURE OR A MAGICAL AURA Adekemi Adeniyan I do not know? meadowlark, adventuremother, nature, mother, nature,
HIDDEN BEAUTY Sidney Beck Verse meadowlark, allegory
Love on a Lark Stephen Parker Rhyme meadowlark, love

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Meadowlark Poem Example

At Heaven's Gate - Parts 1 and 2

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met a Silhouette behind a sultry smile – 
She gazed with eyes that mesmerize (Her body caped and cowled)
and stayed my way with question fey, ‘Why don’t you while awhile?’

Though timorous (with slow address and gestures pantomimed)
Her voice was gracing echoes chasing waves in evening’s tide.
The churchyard groaned, an organ moaned, the bells of midnight chimed
while wanton winds awoke and dinned, and mistrals multiplied.
The Persian moon, like stray balloon, arose and blithely climbed.

The Silhouette (a pale brunette) arched eyebrows meant to please,
and down the lanes, on windowpanes, the shadows danced and sighed.
A meadowlark within the dark, somewhere behind the breeze,
ennobled Her with wisps of myrrh while deigning to confide
to nightingales veiled whispered tales of human vanities.

She doffed her cloak before She spoke with sighs of sorrow sung
(like mandolins, as night begins, when mourning day’s demise)
and spun Her tale of grim travail and tears She'd shed when young.
As jagged volts of thunderbolts lit up the dismal skies, 
a velvet fog embraced a bog in coils of curling tongues.

Through summer vales and winter gales Her secret thoughts were voiced.
Midst storms so cruel (neath lightning’s jewel that glistered on the ridge)
She reminisced, She touched... we kissed... Her lips were wet and moist...
A lighthouse dimmed, while moonbeams skimmed across a distant bridge
to avenues where residues of shallow shades rejoiced.

PART 2:                        HER TRAGIC TALE

“Midst sweet perfume of youthful bloom, the lonely spirit braves
and often cries and sometimes dies in quest of her amour.”

While starry-eyed, a ship I spied, a’ sail upon the waves –
the galleon docked, the gannets flocked, the Captain swept ashore
where, debonair with gypsy flair, he led his salty knaves.

In passing by, he caught my eye - I tried to hide a blush,
but ambiance of innocence left fervour’s flames revealed.
His gaze (defined by eyes that shined) beheld my cheek a’ flush.
I bowed my head while caution fled, I felt my fate was sealed
- a bird in spring with fledgling wing - he’d snared a  falling thrush.

He said ‘Hello’ - I answered ‘No’ and yet before he’d gone
said I, ‘I’ll wait at Heaven’s Gate not far beyond the Pale’.
At dusk he came neath moon aflame, and left before the dawn
just humming tunes between the dunes that lined the sandy trail
beside a pond where morning yawned, where swam an ebon swan.

We met again, and once again, and once again, again
entangled in a love called sin, in whirls of make-believe.
While in my arms, with voice that charms, said he ‘I must explain -
the tide awaits in distant straits and I must take my leave’.
Then tempests stormed as passions swarmed through ardor’s hurricane.

‘Forsake your home and we may roam’ he smiled as if to tease
and still naive, said I ‘I’ll leave, in silver buckled shoes’.
He took the helm in search of realms, and quickly quit the quays -
with tearful eyes, I bade goodbyes to fare-thee-well adieus
and sailed above a wave of love across the seven seas.

We swept one morn around Cape Thorne while bound for Bullion Bay.
With naught to reck, I strolled on deck, a baby at my breast,
while flurries blew and seagulls flew within the ocean’s spray.
Our ship soon moored, we went ashore and off to Fortune’s Quest -
with gold doubloons which shone like moons, he gambled through the day.

‘The deuce is wild’ he thinly smiled; another card was drawn -
he’d staked and raised with eyes half glazed, was dealt a dismal three.
With betting tight throughout the night, the final ace long gone,
meant all was lost, at what a cost; alas, the prize was me.
To my dismay he slunk away and left me doomed at dawn.

A buccaneer with ring in ear sneered ‘now, my dear, you’re mine’.
He held my wrists to thwart my fists and then... my honor stained.
On sullied swash, the sky awash with bitter tears of brine,
I broke his clutch with nothing much of me that still remained:
a residue when he was through, left clinging to a vine.

In morning dew, the good folk knew, and spurned me in my plight.
The preacher man pronounced a ban and wouldn’t condescend,
ignored my pleas on bended knees and prayers by candlelight.
While cast aside, my baby died... my world was at an end.
Until this day, I’ve made my way beneath the shades of night.

Continued in Part 3

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