Poems begining by K
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Kate-A-Whimsies, John-A-Dream
© William Ernest Henley
Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dream
Still debating, still delay,
And the worlds a ghost that gleams
Wavers vanishes away!
Kallundborg Church ( From The Tent on the Beach)
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"Tie stille, barn min!
Imorgen kommer Fin,
Fa'er din,
Og gi'er dich Esbern Snares öine og hjerte at lege med!"
Zealand Rhyme.
Knowledge Of God
© Robert Graves
So far from praising he blasphemes
Who says that God has been or is,
Who swears he met with God in dreams
Or face to face in woods and streams,
Meshed in their boundaries.
Kindergarten Portrait Of My Mother At Mardi Gras
© Chris Tusa
Her mouth is a crack
growing beneath her nose.
Two dimples open like holes
in her cheeks. A pink ear
dangles from her chin.
Kafka's Hat
© Richard Brautigan
With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka's hat.
Korean Mums
© James Schuyler
beside me in this garden
are huge and daisy-like
(why not? are not
oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),
Kaspar Is Dead
© Jean Hans Arp
alas our good kaspar is dead.
who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will pull
black wool over our eyes day by day.
who will turn the coffee mills in the primal barrel.
Keep Telling Me
© Desi Di Nardo
Its 12:34
And I hear them
Battering me with a foul message
The maddening interpretations
Klage
© Georg Trakl
Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles
nightlong rush about my head,
man's golden image drowned
in timeless icy tides. On jagged reefs
his purpling body. Dark
echoes sound above the seas.
Karbala Part I
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Ye sunke bistaron se uthe wo Khuda shinaas
Ek ek ne zebe jism kiya fakhira libaas
Shane muhasino mein kiye sab ne be hiraas
Baandhe amame aaye imame zaman ke paas
Rangeen abaayein dosh pe kamre kasey huwe
Muskh o zibaad o itr mein kapde basey huwe
Kipling's Vermont
© Ogden Nash
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eyes
An alien suttee.
King Borria Bungalee Boo
© William Schwenck Gilbert
KING BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO
Was a man-eating African swell;
His sigh was a hullaballoo,
His whisper a horrible yell -
A horrible, horrible yell!
King Arthur's Tomb
© William Morris
Hot August noon: already on that day
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or bad
Kail Yard Bard
© Robert William Service
I joy that haleness I possess,
Though fame has passed me by;
And see such gold of happiness
A-shining in the sky,
I wonder who has won success,
Proud men or I?
Katie Drummond
© Robert William Service
They say he soared to starry fame,
Romance flowed from his pen;
A prince of poets he became,
Pride of his fellow men:
My breast was pillow for his head,
Yet naught of his I've read.
Kings Must Die
© Robert William Service
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome
Was quite a fistful as a kid;
For when I visited his home,
That gorgeous palace in Madrid,
The grinning guide-chap showed me where
He rode his bronco up the stair.
Kelly Of The Legion
© Robert William Service
"The scourings of creation,
Of every sin and station,
The men who've known damnation,
Are picked to lead the way."
Kathleen
© Robert William Service
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam.
And touched in every river camp from Dawson down to Nome.
It was her builder, owner, pilot, Captain Silas Geer,
Who took her through the angry ice, the last boat of the year;
