by Lin Lane |
Categories:
lost love,
I wrote verse on the wings of a lark
romantic phrases in perfect rhyme
but the lark flew away in the dark
I wrote no further for the longest time
A lone blue jay landed upon my lawn
I wrote sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent the night with me, but at dawn
the jay flew away and no longer sings
I answered the call of a beautiful raven
I wrote love sonnets on his ebony wings
He stayed for years in my safe haven
I was one of the raven's castoff things
I no longer trust those who take flight
I lost them all and my torn heart bled
On restless wings I'll never again write
of love that leaves me alone in my bed
by Debjani Mitra |
Categories:
kiss,
lonesome lark sings in cornfields
lambent love ignites the night
a secret beat our hearts skip
you kiss with your eyes
by Floyd Neal |
Categories:
black love,
What love means to me is beyond definition
when you fall in love, it's a big transition
being in love is a very nice feeling
to stay in love, you and I have to be giving
What love means to me is like a sunray
love is something we have day by day
love means holding hands, walking in the park
love means hearing sounds of a lark
What love means to me, is a free expression
how you fall in love is your discretion
love is not, being takened for granted
but love is, that you've landed
What love means to me is choosing my mate
love is being able to communicate
love is taking romantic walks on the beach
this is what love means to me
by William Robinson |
Categories:
allegory, animals, loss, lost love, sad,
With broken wing, he cannot fly
There in the gray, December sky,
And therefore he is bound to die
Upon the cold, cold ground.
With broken wing, his dream is gone,
Of flying where his mate has flown,
And so he's left there, all alone,
With no hope to be found.
A lonely bird with broken wing,
A lark without a song to sing,
Is a sad and melancholy thing,
With darkness all around.
by Iolanda Scripca |
Categories:
hope, introspection, lost love, nature, nostalgiabeauty, beauty,
To have lived not being loved at all -
hunchbacked like a question mark-
your soul continuously on parole
imagine beauty in the dark
Perhaps we passed each other in the speed
of different trains colliding with the time
in one - abandoned newborn girl in need
the other - useless vagabond and wine.
Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree
and made it burst and rain with purple fairies?
Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me -
too much horizon and no space for prairies...
Imagine beauty in the dark
When wings demolish walls of sorrow
I'll die again an injured lark
Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow.
www.scripca.com
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
love, words, body, love,
The greatest love story ever told
Is right here in my heart
It isn't fancy with fancy words
It's sweet like the song of a lark
No need for any material things
To prove the depth my love
Just holding your body close to mine
A love that fits like a glove
Many words have since been written
About how true love endures
Words expressing one's inner feelings
Feelings so intense and pure
Life on earth is a fleeting thing
We're here next moment we're gone
Love until your very last breath
Too soon you'll be passing the baton
My heart sings with the joys of love
Tender words flow out like a river
The greatest love story ever told
Makes my soul and body quiver
© Jack Ellison 2012
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
life, love, nature,
Creatures small and creatures tall
Beings all, to grace the scene
Greet me on my morning walk
They serenade my stroll
In the park there sings a lark
Puppies bark on grasses green
Squirrels with little fluffy tails
Tease the morning sun
By the lake for Heaven’s sake
Ducklings make their way to preen
Swans in regal stature rule
And the world seems still
If we all, we creatures tall
Beings all, could just take note
Parklings. could we rather be
Sustained by nature’s love
by John Watt |
Categories:
love, nature, rose,
What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its song.
The crisp aroma of dawn's petrichor
becomes acute as we walk hand in hand.
The taste of coffee pleases all the more,
partaking as we hunt shells in the sand.
To touch your face sends every neuron humming,
with you my sensors fire every minute.
Your heart and mine in one accord are drumming;
Our house is home because your love dwells in it.
You heighten every sense, each of the five;
With you beside me, life is more alive.
Written 29 Jul 2022
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
love
Duet
The purity of song is your glad grace,
you beautify the air with sweetest tone,
competing with the lark (more commonplace),
yours is true melody, second to none.
Blessed and bewitched whene'er you serenade,
the roses bow their heads in mute acclaim;
the creatures of the field, of every glade
attune their dance, rejoicing in your name!
So pleasant are the times we are as one,
you practising your art, I learning how
to blend with you, two lovers with one song,
in harmony for life, our sacred vow.
by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
age, love,
the rose blooms again
and the lark will start to sing
when I hear your voice
years ago my love
the breeze danced in the willow
and I lost my heart
the years have passed
oh, the memories
love, do you remember?
by Russell Sivey |
Categories:
life,
My lady has a passion like a lark
Her burning heart is made from a small spark
Immortality strikes what’s never lame
She’s never burnt by the eternal flame
My lover holds some joy here before me
In a sentiment unlike what we see
There’s solid power through her perfect skies
Opening amazement inside her eyes
Her love boils to the surface with bubbles
She plays a soft harp which in turn doubles
Secretly time has eloped through to her
A desire that’s unlike any other
A myriad purchased by her tenderness
Countless touches into my awareness
Russell Sivey
by Elizabeth Wesley |
Categories:
life, day,
Fingers of dawn bring dewdrops falling,
Tears for a brand new day;
A rose coloured sky brings the lark calling
A song she sings to bright May.
The lilac is bending in her royal color,
Lost in the purple of night;
Star shine is softer and duller,
A new day brings life's delight.
Open the window and bend above me
Dearest red rose, my sweet song;
Shed your thorns if you love me
For nights without you are so long.
The day is ours, and daylight is breaking
Sweet drowsy eyes of grey;
You won't question an early waking
When the wings of night fly away.
by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories:
addiction, angst, loneliness, lost, love,
Dark and lonely
A cave in my soul
Dripping with emotion
A tidal flood
Encrypted in my heart
An arrow through a lark
Broken trombones
And old sousaphones
Honk into the night
I'm a rain dog that bites
I am a rattle snake
That wants to fight
There’s no love here
There never has been
You ask me for my hand
It’s a shaker and a tam
No thank you ma’am
I'll take my chances
On snake eyes
And remove the scales
That tie
So don’t come looking
For sunlight
It’s damp and dreary here
For a heart that is closed
This is no place for you dear
by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories:
devotion, longing, love,
Never, always, sometimes, have I scorned your love so
Dear, sometimes, always, never, I caused you brackish tear
When glow’s pale moon-bow’s crescent, upon the altar rocks,
We rest by surging water, where grayling’s gadfly hops
And never, always, sometimes, have you held my beating heart,
In hands that crafted future, love-born from river’s lark
But now the failing sunset, bids bye to never-years, while sometimes
Through our always, a slipping tongue quick sears;
And should the morn bring cloud and rain, where sunshine spars
With rooks, my jail dear lies within you, while I the eager crooks
by Naji Almurisi |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, girlfriend, love, wife, woman, world,
Who resembles you?
A drunken night
Or a jealous star
A colored full moon
Or shy cottage
Who resembles you?
A virgin lark
Or blond flower
Who resembles love?
Believing in you
Who resembles a soul?
Living in you
Who resembles a heart?
Pulsing for you
Who resembles a shadow?
Walking beside you
Who resembles a mirror?
Reflecting your charm
All narrations of the past were illusion
Not resembling you
All butterflies of the world
Were a tattoo in your hands
Not resembling you
All perfumes of the world
Were a wine in your lips
Not resembling you........
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
dog, farewell,
Remember your days with fondness
The days you romped in the park
The times you were cross
When running off was a lark
He was a skinny nervous runt
That your love and tender care put right
Was loved unconditionally
As he loved you with all his might.
He was old and full of problems
Kept going for you that’s all
Being his best pal and letting go
Was for you a massive sacrifice call
Remember him full of bounce
Tongue hanging out because he’d run
Was that a smile on his face
To him you were his lifes sun
His mistress his best friend.
Remember Kedo with a smile
Penned on October 25th 2013
by Nick Dylan |
Categories:
girl, love,
While sitting in the Park,
I have great lark,
And became cleaner air,
When I saw her standing there.
And all the time without you,
I feel very very blue,
Oh, changed world,
When I saw her standing there.
by Marie Harrison |
Categories:
childhood, confusion, death, depression, family, happiness, health, history, introspection, life, loss, lost love, mother, natural disasters, nostalgia, passion, people, philosophy, sadlife,
No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
fantasy, love, passion
I'd rather have the wings of a lark,
sing the word love woven on the heart;
feel a lover's sweetness
by kissing eager lips...
to ignite true passion from a spark!
by Alyssa Finley |
Categories:
introspection, love, sad,
The breeze brushes against an oak,
up the veiny bark and passed the lark,
Frictional rapping of leaves breathe to life
a thousand voiced whisper-
the softest bellow echoes
across the wild grass
Sweeps against her hair,
a sea of shining brass,
and enters the labyrinths
into a soul spun of broken dreams,
an empty web of rips and holes
and sodden, sullen gleams
Unraveling thread from her sleeve,
attaching bait for one last wish
her heart dragging from a string
so that she may catch
a fish.
by Calvin Genereux |
Categories:
lossme,
Trance
Hobbes
Eyes are blind,
Heavy heart.
Ties that bind,
Staggared start.
Trippy feat,
falling down.
Leaders meet,
Traitors drown.
In the dark,
Theres a light.
Hear the lark,
Brave the fight.
Humbleness,
Love is true.
Truly blessed,
Me and you.
Lift me high
On your wings.
We shall fly,
Song bird sings.
Never fall,
Never fear.
If you call,
I shall hear.
You're the one,
Set me free.
Next to none,
Destiny.
Hear my song,
Dare to trust.
Love is strong,
Hope a must.
Together,
It will come.
Forever,
Stops for none.
Passing glance,
perma-smile.
Happy dance,
Pure denial.
Its loves trance,
Take the trial.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
nature, seasons,
soaring over the cornfield -
an exaltation of love
After George Merdith's poem -A Lark Ascending & Vaughn Williams music of the
same name.
by Sneha Agarwal |
Categories:
introspection, music
Chime of winds
Swirls my heart
Bitter joy rings
Deep within wish
Take me away
Life moving hiss
Cascading timbre
Air grains dance
Signify true prayer
Memoirs of tale
Once whispered
Bells turn pale
Shouting orchids
Fragrance pure
Again ‘m allure
Following unseen
Same low beats
Cinnamon or chips
Rumble with bells
Whir Whir heard
Lost love yells
Rustle hustle heart
Sensing hidden
Steel tubes lark
Wrapped and kept
Flowers and rods
Same state in-depth
Ringing and tinkling
Aroma familiar
Wonder plus ponder
Happiness recalls
A crash of life
Chime bang storm
No vanilla anymore
Admire of melody
No more…just ignore
by Oluwatomisin Oyegoke |
Categories:
nature, love,
Looking out my window as the sky goes dark
Watching as the trees dance wildly, happy as a lark
The wind singing as it races, making sounds of a race track
Then little droplets of rain start to fall
Lightly at first, then picking up speed as though answering an urgent call
I love it when it rains
It finally slows everything calm
The air now fresh and sweet a healing balm
Butterflies and insects fill the area
I love it when it rains
Especially after a hot afternoon in my Nigeria
by David Smalling |
Categories:
nature,
The lark swilrs in flight
Leaves felt force on gold -
Among family again
ii
Green rolling down hills
Butterflies dancing in breeze
New heart finds old love
iii
The wind ploughs the hills
Swallows swim to meet the sun -
The sky sows rain seeds
iv
Lightning throws fast ropes
Around thunders snorting fire -
Green grow grasses now