Meadowlark Poems

List of New Poems

PM	Poem Title	Poet	Form	Categories
	Wordsmiths in the Woods	Anthony Slausin	Free verse	meadowlark, friendship, poetry,
	BUFFALO POUND	Mel Gill	Free verse	meadowlark, bird, day, easter, horse,
	And I LOVE U Na ninampenda U --- part 2	James Edward Lee Sr.	Lyric	meadowlark, appreciation, desire, for her,
	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,
	TALKING BLUE MEADOWLARK IN THE DARK	James Edward Lee Sr.	Light Verse	meadowlark, adventure, confidence, engagement, journey,
	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,
	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,
	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,
	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,
	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,
	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
	The Present - God's Gift To Man	Roof Missing	Rhyme	meadowlark, life,
	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,
	Meadowlark	Carrie Richards	Personification	meadowlark, bird, nature,
	I AM A MEADOWLARK	JAN ALLISON	Personification	meadowlark, bird, me, writing,
	and so I pictured peace	John lawless	Free verse	meadowlark, metaphor, peace,
	Night	Mel Merrill	Elegy	meadowlark, faith,
	My Paradise	Carrie Richards	Free verse	meadowlark, beautiful, beauty, nature,
	The Deepening	William Blackman	Prose Poetry	meadowlark, emotions, imagery, inspirational, life,
	The Winter of My Tears	Andrea Dietrich	Kyrielle	meadowlark, sad, seasons,
	At Heaven's Gate - Parts 1 and 2	Terry O'Leary	Ballad	meadowlark, fantasy,
	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,
	Can the Meadowlark, Lark	Charles Henderson	Quatrain	meadowlark, fantasy
	Meandering Stream	Robert L. Hinshaw	Couplet	meadowlark, natureme,
	A Springtime Song	john freeman	Sonnet	meadowlark, naturebird, bird,
	Blink	Carrie Richards	Nonet	meadowlark, nature,
	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

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

Poem Copyright © Terry O'Leary