Sky Poems | Best Poems about the Sky

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    A Little Boy’s Dream Poem by Katherine Mansfield

    To and fro, to and fro
    In my little boat I go
    Sailing far across the sea
    All alone, just little me.
    And the sea is big and strong
    And the journey very long.
    To and fro, to and fro
    In my little boat I go.

    Sea and sky, sea and sky,
    Quietly on the deck I lie,
    Having just a little rest.
    I have really done my best
    In an awful pirate fight,
    But we cdaptured them all right.
    Sea and sky, sea and sky,
    Quietly on the deck I lie–

    Far away, far away
    From my home and from my play,
    On a journey without end
    Only with the sea for friend
    And the fishes in the sea.
    But they swim away from me
    Far away, far away
    From my home and from my play.

    Then he cried “O Mother dear.”
    And he woke and sat upright,
    They were in the rocking chair,
    Mother’s arms around him–tight.

     

     

    A Slash Of Blue Poem by Emily Dickinson

    A slash of Blue—
    A sweep of Gray—
    Some scarlet patches on the way,
    Compose an Evening Sky—
    A little purple—slipped between—
    Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—
    A Wave of Gold—
    A Bank of Day—
    This just makes out the Morning Sky.

     

     

    At The Twilight Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
    Then it landed on earth to look at me.

    Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
    That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.

    I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
    For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.

    The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
    The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.

     

     

    I Must Go Down To The Sea Again Poem by Spike Milligan

    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?

     

     

    My Lover Asks Me Poem by Nizar Qabbani

    My lover asks me:
    “What is the difference between me and the sky?”
    The difference, my love,
    Is that when you laugh,
    I forget about the sky.

     

     

    The Little Chimney Sweep – Victorian Times Poem by Ernestine Northover

    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,
    Such glory cannot be denied.

    What lies in that sky then, I asked the young lad,
    The boy gazing up now replied,
    Oh Sir, clouds and sunshine, at night moon and stars,
    Planets like Jupiter, Saturn and Mars,
    What wonders out there can be spied?

    Is your work very unbearable, I asked the young lad,
    Most times Sir, it is, he replied,
    From dawn until dusk, I’m climbing to sweep,
    The soot from the chimneys, for my food and my keep,
    My Master cannot be defied.

    Do you ‘welcome’ the sky, I asked the young lad,
    When I’m climbing, I do, he replied,
    It’s my friend when it’s dark and the way up is hard,
    Because sometimes I get burn’t and then badly scarred,
    There’s many a time I have cried.

    What then do you wish for, I asked the young lad,
    With yearning, he slowly replied,
    I would love to be free and fly like the birds,
    Way up in the sky, and if I had the words,
    Write about how I’d feel like inside.

     

     

    Summer Stars Poem by Carl Sandburg

    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,
    So near you are, summer stars,
    So near, strumming, strumming,
    So lazy and hum-strumming.

     

     

    A Strange Flower Poem by Matsuo Basho

    a strange flower
    for birds and butterflies
    the autumn sky

     

     

    Before You Came Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

    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.

    With you the world took on the spectrum
    radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
    as they open to me, slate the color
    that falls each time I lost all hope.

    With your advent roses burst into flame:
    you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
    who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
    You lacquered the night black.

    As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
    one was my tear-drenched shirt,
    the other an aching nerve,
    the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

    Now you are here again—stay with me.
    This time things will fall into place;
    the road can be the road,
    the sky nothing but sky;
    the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.

     

     

    Across The Red Sky Poem by Katherine Mansfield

    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
    Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded
    Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,
    Spilling it over the evening sky.
    When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,
    Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,
    Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky
    And the restlessly seeking birds.