Sky Poems
In A London Drawingroom
by George Eliot
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
Monotony of surface & of form
Without a break to hang a guess upon.
No bird can make a shadow as it flies,
For all is shadow, as in ways o'erhung
By thickest canvass, where the golden rays
Are clothed in hemp. No figure lingering
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What Weather
by Angela Fletcher
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
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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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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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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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I See The Sun
by Pijush Biswas
I see the sun run over the sea, later set
Below the horizon of Bay of Bengal, every evening
And the sea I see threat
The boys and girls, and sing
Whimsically, 'O, I'm now giant, be alert';
So they go apart.
I see the sun run over the meadow, later hide
Behind the trees of beautiful Bengal, every evening
And the meadow I see bid
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Watching the Sun
by Kailey Norris
Watching the sun lengthens a single moment.
There is no regret of the past,
No anxiety for the future.
A moment of beauty
A method to “forget”.
Forget mistakes made,
Paths taken.
Forget upcoming decisions,
New experiences.
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Horizon
by Kailey Norris
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
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Sunset
by Kailey Norris
The sunset,
A collection of color,
A painting of thought.
Pastel purples bruise the sea in warmth,
Layers of orange and wispy white as if painted in cotton.
Yellow sparks of inspiration blend through deep red beauty.
11/15/23
Why?
by Kailey Norris
Why does the sky stay lit after a sunset?
Before a sunrise?
If the light is below our horizon,
how is it still seen?
Where does the black of night come from?
When does a star go from invisible to shining brightly?
11/10/23
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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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