Top 100 Poems About: SKY
Top 100 Poems on / about
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1.In My Sky At Twilight
In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live. read more »Pablo Neruda
2.A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be read more »Emily Dickinson
3.The Sun Has Burst The Sky
The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks. read more »Jenny Joseph
4.A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near, read more »Lewis Carroll
5.There Is Another Sky
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair, read more »Emily Dickinson
6.A Different Sky Is Waiting
We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet read more »Uriah Hamilton
7.A Piece Of Sky
No one can own a color; no one can own a cloud.
No one on Earth could ever, I'm glad it's not allowed!
No person owns a person, though some may think they do.
No person owns the ocean; I know this to be true! read more »ToddMichael St. Pierre
8.A Man Saw A Ball Of Gold In The Sky;
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he achieved it --
It was clay. read more »Stephen Crane
The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining"
The seashell told the sea: "You echo"
The sea told the boat: "You're shuddering"
The boat told the fire: "You're glowing brightly" read more »Robert Desnos
10.The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side— read more »Emily Dickinson
11.Across The Red Sky
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 read more »Katherine Mansfield
12.The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place
Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount
Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe: read more »William Blake