Best Sky Poems

To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Sailing far across the sea
All alone, just little me.
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A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
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I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
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At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
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My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
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What is above all these chimneys, I asked the young lad,
The chimney sweep boy replied,
Why Sir, it's the sky which is sometimes so blue,
That when I look up and glance at the view,
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Romantic rains falls
Sky leans on the earth to give
mouth watering kiss
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Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
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Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine.
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Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
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a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky
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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
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</>When you wake up at 6 O'clock Am, and take a look from your window
You see an amazing sight, a beautiful light makes the sky glows

You feel a power comes when you inhale the breeze of the dancing flowers
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By and by Man will try
To get out into the sky,
Sailing far beyond the air
From Down and Here to Up and There.
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There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in
But they're ever so small
That's why the rain is thin.
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Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the chatter of France;
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Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
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Pigeons on the grass alas.
Pigeons on the grass alas.
Short longer grass short longer longer shorter yellow grass. Pigeons
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Flowers are on their way to bloom
Birds do twitter in the sky
You see
The sea &
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The Moon she is a pretty girl who lives up in the stars
And that old cloud he's a great old man who loves her from afar
He loves her from afar
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Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
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I see before me now a traveling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen,
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Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and
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Up above the sky so high. Reaching
out to the clouds drifting by. While sitting
here on the mountain side. With golden
sunflowers down below. Grateful to let
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Sea, Sky and Fire
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Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,
As over it the dark clouds creep,
Not menacing or wistful is it,
But plunged in dreary, torpid sleep.
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She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
Of people she’ll meet, their stories, their faces
Wishing that time would quickly go by
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First shimmering light I arose
Seeing a bunch of lovely rose;
Sun smiling through the window
Over the trees dangling bough
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Party in the sky

You are invited to a splendid party, high in the sky
It is the best of the season you cant deny
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RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman’s steel face … looking … looking.
Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a fog night; pouring a
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Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard,
tottering and tumbling as you run.
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How graceful the picture! the life, the repose!
The sunbeam that plays on the porchstone wide;
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One night a tiny dewdrop fell
Into the bosom of a rose,--
"Dear little one, I love thee well,
Be ever here thy sweet repose!"
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I am a kite
I can go everywhere site by site
My work is to fly
To touch the sky
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"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride...

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers...
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Oh! It feels so nice to watch
This crystal clear blue sky
As my heart seems up a notch
To see a view this high...
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I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky,
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,
And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry.
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Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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Hazy and misty sky turns (into) bright
Sun shines faintly in the rain ere long
Lovely girl’s lovely eyes
Twinkle with amazement
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The sky-line melts from russet into blue,
Unbroken the horizon, saving where
A wreath of smoke curls up the far, thin air,
And points the distant lodges of the Sioux.
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this marble full moon
sliding on a subdued sky
a foolish heart's tale
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The garment girls, walking together,
look like hundreds of birds flying in Bangladesh's sky.

Garments girls, returning to their slums at midnight,
are met by street-vagabonds who grab a few takas from the girls,
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beneath cloudy sky
ducks are splashing in the lake
silence is broken
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A group of bright stars
In a velvety night sky
Let my spirits soar.
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The ship is afloat
The hour strikes
Water ripples beneath
The sky is clear
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When the sun is behind the clouds,
The filtered rays on earth creates magic,
The blue ocean turns to amber,
Waves dances on the silver plate,
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There is a pain in my heart
that brings tears in my eyes
I am sad because my love hurts me
My love, like a sky without clouds,
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Staying at the western brink of the sky
The Sun opens his fiery third eye
A red tint abruptly colours the sky
With chiffon clouds floating high
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My curiosity was started by the sparks of the light
Comets glint opening the curtain of the sky at twilight
Presenting the wonderful show from haven
With whimsical lights from vaulted heaven
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I even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.
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look at the stars
so dim in the sky....

have you seen the moon?
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As the scurrying clouds clashed and broke
Sparks of light cut instant pathways
Thunder stamped across the darkening sky
Like an enraged beast, violently hurt
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Feel my love and let our hearts fly
Like two beautiful kites in the sky....
Away from the rules of this world
Just in control of thread of our love! ! !
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Never offer your heart to any strangers
They will return it without heed, under the sky.

In the lonely nights, if you look at the moon restively,
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Where I waved at the sky
And waited your love through a February sleep,
I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply
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As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
glint of frost through the smoke
grains of mica, salt of the sidewalk.
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Dry leaves drift off ant-hill

Remaining springs form clouds on the sky
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In that early chilly morning,
The cloud was ignited by fire,
The sky ignited by the cloud,
The square then dyed red by the sky.
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A sky of winter afternoon

No clouds to hide Sun of dreams
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Like sky and weather
they went everywhere together

he was rain & she was cloud
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Sky looks like heaven with clouds
Mind is heaven of body in purity
Falling thoughts like raindrops
To write love in lap sky tries.
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At evening
they grow weary, the patio's two or three colours.
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Desire in me to be

The brightest among stars, who twinkle in the sky high
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Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
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Blue sky,
blue sky.

Looking at you, wishing the day by.
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"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky."

- POPE.
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Under the undecorated sky
With thick clouds heavily pouring down.

Both were enjoying every drop
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Sky with million starry eyes
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Prism of the Soul*

Through a prism, san color Soul
Reflects into a rainbow on the sky,
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A tower stands by the edge of a wood, an old weathered tower with moss and creepers growing across the peepholes, with green moss in the cracks and corners, and withered woodbine hanging like stiff, dry hair down over the red stone. High up on the east side is the only window in the crumbling walls.


Up there behind the deep-set window a woman stands gazing out at the coming night. She is small and thin, and her hands resting on the window-sill are as white as moonlight, and her chin as pale and curved as an arum-lily. But her eyes shine black as pitch which drips from a burning torch. She stands gazing out at a plain as open as the sea, while the rooks from the wood fly off over the trees and wheel and tumble down over the crowns and cry deep in the wood. Behind her the tower room is as cold as stone in the half-light, and a cricket chirps shrilly in a crevice.
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Inside the river are
the sky, the cloud, and the sun.
In my hands’ bowl is the river.
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I opened a letter
But I couldn't read
Up in the sky
Down on the ground
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The middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
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Far away from birds and herds and village girls,
I was drinking, kneeling down in some heather
Surrounded by soft hazel copses,
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It's the dripping clouds
From silver eyes of faint sky
To ease the tears flow
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The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you;
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Up into the sky I stare;
All the little stars I see;
And I know that God is there
O, how lonely He must be!
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...Out of some irrepressible urge of talking, I tried to talk to a sparrow, a daily guest who used to sit on my window frame and sometimes hopped on to some twig of the only uncared for tree, a loner like me. I was bold enough in my attempt as if to disturb her calm and poised loneliness, but as I called her she did not pay attention to me; I was shocked, humiliated, I felt my thoughts dying inside,
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watching the great blue sky recede into the black space it really is,
listening to the lapping of an active lake under the great blue sky,
feeling the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
smelling the lotion passing into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
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The Freedom-Sky

Do not fly highly, do not fly, my birdie- tiny...
Only for big predators blossom heavens any...
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Blue sky cast shadow
On the wide, clear silver lake
A boy joins the scene.
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Sky, blue sky
so blue and shy
u only appear
when there are clouds to dissapear
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"Where shall we dwell?" say you.
   Wandering winds reply:
"In a temple with roof of blue
   -- Under the splendid sky."
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A wind from the north country.
Blows through the tapestry of my mind.
Like flowers in the wind.
I sway like a silver birch.
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if you look up at the sky's dark shore
and see the flash of a meteor,
and instead of fading, it seems more bright
you might soon be dead from a meteorite!
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To-day I want the sky,
The tops of the high hills,
Above the last man's house,
His hedges, and his cows,
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Laying on God’s green earth and staring at the far away sky blue
Then came the thought of a man I knew dressed in blue
But he quickly hauled me away with a gun in his hand and we sailed to some faraway place
Not that this was a dungeon where Hannibal Lecter* lived, indeed it was no such strange place
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Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry
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