Meadowlark Poems - Poems about Meadowlark

Song of the Meadowlark In the air, a lark on wing, Who lightly perches On a ranch fence wire Then softly sings With heartfelt desire, and intensity That catches my attention; Its feelings extended And plea unreturned, Like so many Gifted warbler of vocal sound Yearning for affection. The song is carried Across the lea on the breeze, Wishfully seeking, —enticing A response to the aria. On this, we hopefully agree That moxie...

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the lake where they hid a memory their song sublimated a cattail beaten remnants taken by wind a semi roars past someone calls progress someone says ninety percent chance of rain someone says dance barefoot through puddles a murder of crows shadows skies someone looks to the sun the sun reflects faceless waters ...

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meadowlark singing happy songs early in morn ~ cheery yellow notes FIRST PLACE WINNER written August 12, 2021 for “Songbird Haiku” Poetry Contest by Tania Kitchen Syllables checked by PS Syllable Counter...

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PASSIONS BEATS MY HEART SOUNDS OF THE MEADOWLARK I see the night for it is dark ...

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TALKING BLUE MEADOWLARK IN THE DARK As I look past the dark; ...

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There is a lark who is born to live in the meadow, perched far above the smooth mountain stones. She will rise from fields of the cloverleaf cradles, with a foxglove petal, riding her wings. A feather she's worn, will flutter on down, to welcome us here, and to tickle our nose. With a moment to cling, it is soft...

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When I first flew the nest, my spirits were low; how my world has changed from one year ago. Now fully fledged, I spread open my wings! My voice, once a whisper, now gently sings. You can feel my music through verse all day long, for my chosen words make a joyful song! With confidence...

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For William and Laura Nance if the jabberwocky were a clock would it talk in jabberese or simply be right twice a day in order to sometimes please what if ants were big as horses and horses could take to wing would the meadowlark, lark or perhaps the songbird sing if the songbird did decide to sing would it be bass or baritone oh, yeah,...

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I heard a meadowlark today, The first one I have heard Since I left Dakota prairies. That cheery little bird Brought back so many memories Of childhood young and free. Sing on Songster and take me back To how it used to be, To the time when Mom and Daddy Held most of my young heart. Brothers and little sister Filled up the other part. When I...

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In a field both sere and stark, stood a forlorn Meadowlark. Motionless, he eyed the ground, ears alert for any sound. Unaware, an insect stirred, deep in dust and cockleburs. A grain of sand became dislodged and rolled between the lone bird's claws. The bird allowed himself to blink, his beady eyes as black as ink. The bug crawled out, antenna waving, which only piqued the...

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