Sky Poems
Lament
by Dylan Thomas
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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Pigeons
by Richard Kell
They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
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Flying High
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a professional kite flyer, and had won big contests and tournaments,
As the one who has glimpsed a dream, and hasn't ever looked back since.
I began flying kites as a girl, running in summery fields with my brother,
When kites held such a colorful attraction, and exhilaration like no other!
Since then, I had never found another vocation, I loved nearly as much,
Like a starlit moon in pure midnight, glimmers steadily on lakes and such.
I had a collection of treasured kites, that were my pride and me gave joy,
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Courage
by Robert William Service
Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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Sky
by J. E. Hardman
where are you? do i know you?
have we met? what's your name?
were you the one drinking soju?
were you and i being untame?
i think of you when i see the sky
a gentle reminder of your existence
i want to try, but i don't want to pry
what do i do? make this make sense
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Flying High
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a professional kite flyer, and had won big contests and tournaments,
As the one who has glimpsed a dream, and hasn't ever looked back since.
I began flying kites as a girl, running in summery fields with my brother,
When kites held such a colorful attraction, and exhilaration like no other!
Since then, I had never found another vocation, I loved nearly as much,
Like a starlit moon in pure midnight, glimmers steadily on lakes and such.
I had a collection of treasured kites, that were my pride and me gave joy,
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Red Pompadour
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
burgundy colored
looking to indigo skies ~
flight in deep shadows
Reflections
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sky
Ocean
Puffy clouds
Blue waves frothing
Night
Vintage Blues
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
indigo evening
the lapis lazuli sea
lovely blue roses
sunshine bluebonnets
teal skies of happier days
megastar asters
ribbiting frogs, pond
nights on the town midnight blue
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Rabindranath Tagore (45 poems about Sky)
Gurudev] (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India -
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