Poems begining by K
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Kill your Balmand its Odors bless you
© Emily Dickinson
Kill your Balmand its Odors bless you
Bare your Jessamineto the storm
And she will fling her maddest perfume
Haplyyour Summer night to Charm
Kitchener
© Robert Laurence Binyon
This is the man whom, dead, the meanest match
With their own stature; give tongue, and grow brave
On the imperfection fools have wit to espy.
His silence towers the grander for their cry,
Troubling his fame no more than yelp and scratch
Of jackal could disturb that ocean--grave.
"`Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law"
© Alfred Austin
`Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law,
Placing her eggs in whatso nest she will;
And when, at callow-time, you think to find
The sparrow's stationary chirp, lo! bursts
Voyaging voice to glorify the Spring.'
King Arthur's Death
© Thomas Percy
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,
This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,
Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!
Alacke, it was the more pittìe.
King Seuen On The Occasion Of A Great Drought
© Confucius
Grand shone the Milky Way on high,
With brilliant span athwart the sky,
Komm in den totgesagten park und schau:
© Stefan Anton George
Vergiss auch diese lezten astern nicht,
Den purpur um die ranken wilder reben
Und auch was übrig blieb von grünem leben
Verwinde leicht im herbstlichen gesicht.
Knowledge
© Aline Murray Kilmer
SOME learn it in their youth,
Some after bitter years:
There is no escape from the truth
Though we drown in our tears.
Kalmuck Bride
© Padraic Colum
I HAVE saddled your white steed, and I have burnished them-
Your belt with crystal clasps, your lance, your scimitar,
Your carbine silver-chased; now ere you mount and ride
Across the sky-wide steppe, a horseman to the war:
Kissing a Horse by Robert Wrigley: American Life in Poetry #98 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Reprinted from Earthly Meditations: New and Selected Poems, published in 2006 by Penguin. Copyright © Robert Wrigley, 2006, and reprinted by permission of the author. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
Kansas
© Harry Kemp
Let other countries glory in their past,
But Kansas glories in her days to be,
In her horizons limitless and vast,
Her plains that storm the senses like
Kitchen Poem
© Francis Scarfe
In the hungry kitchen
The dog sings for its dinner.
The housewife is writing her poem
On top of the frigidaire
Something like this:
King Cole
© George MacDonald
King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,
But the sceptre was seldom in his hand
Kennack Sands
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On Kennack Sands the sun
Shines, and the fresh wind blows,
Moulding pale banks anew,
Where the sea--holly grows.
King Bibler's Army
© Henry Clay Work
It was ten years ago when the belle of the village
Gave here her hand to the young millionaire,
Kiss It Away
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
There´s a shadow on the sun I see it risin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
And there´s hurt down deep inside that I been hidin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
Knockin' Around
© Henry Lawson
Wiry old man at the tail of the plough,
Heard of Jack lately? and where is he now?
Pauses a moment his forehead to wipe,
Drops the rope reins while he feels for his pipe,
Scratches his grey head in sorrow or doubt:
Somewheers or others hes knocking about.
