Skylarks Poems - Poems about Skylarks

Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning 1-11-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skylarks Call Across Light of Morning “Skylarks call across morning light” After cold quiet stills laughter In the deep shafts of ebony Matins roll away stubborn stones. Daylight spins on dawning’s spread wings, Skylarks call across morning light, “A kiss from the rose on the grey” Sun and fading stars paint the dawn. “Shattered grace falls...

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tweeting praise* to God triumphantly sounding hope~ amidst lofty flight *Psalm 89:5 And the heavens shall praise thy wonders, O LORD... 2nd place, "Songbird Haiku" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/23/2021....

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The morning soars with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air alive with...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air alive with...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air alive with...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes, (toys which I could ill-afford; a Batman cape, a red fire engine.) The lanes were thick with merchants...

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....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas The air is filled with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air...

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Mornings shrill with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a...

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...inspired by 'Poem In October' by Dylan Thomas The morning rings with skylarks singing, o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy crisp and clear, like God's first measure...

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Enchanted by skylarks I surrender my time. Day's sun unabated riveted me to broiling heat, I stew in my skin. Every toxic thought Pollutes my surface as is intended, But corrodes and cankers their patron's heart. The statue has a skin change too: skylark rest, Merely superficial - smiles surfacing for air, For culture goes deeper than color here. Under the statue like...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. A sudden shower would see me running fancy free between the rain drops, I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive; I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. The air alive with...

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SONG OF THE SKYLARKS Oh, freedom is full-flung unbounded: Riding the light wind’s wave On invisible surf crest, Diving fast with wings withdrawn, Beating down the air and gliding at full speed, Floating, rolling, soaring into the sun: Tireless, ever hovering unbonded. Cradled in the bosom of the air, Sleeping on the wing over the dark earth;...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes, (toys which I could ill-afford; a Batman cape, a red fire engine.) The lanes were thick with merchants...

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The Morning Speaks With Skylarks Singing ....inspired by 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas The morning speaks with skylarks singing o'er the greening meadows and the pliant pasture, crisp and clear, like God's first measure of a holy hymn. ...

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