Poems begining by K
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Kelly Ingram
© Edgar Albert Guest
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;
There was laughter in his make-up, there was manhood in his face,
And he knew the best traditions and the courage of his race;
Now there's not a heart among us but should swell with loyal pride
When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and the splendid way he died.
Kathleens Charity
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"God bless the work," said young Kathleen,
She bent her golden head,
Kingdom Coming
© Henry Clay Work
De massa run? ha, ha!
De darkey stay? ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kingdom comin',
An' de year of Jubilo!
Krishna Questions His Hair Braid Not Growing
© Sant Surdas
Mother, when will my hair-braid grow?
milk you said will make it grow,
Keepen Up O Chrismas
© William Barnes
An' zoo you didden come athirt,
To have zome fun last night: how wer't?
Kranile
© Arthur Symons
Kranile surges before me in vision: her naked breasts,
The acrid odour of her sex, this perverted saint,
Kate Kearney
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
How many share such destiny,
How many, lured by fancy's beam,
Ask the impossible to be,
And pine, the victims of a dream.
Kansas And London
© Harry Kemp
Where the vast and cloudless sky was broken by one
crow
I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago, . . . .
But I never felt so lonely and so out of God's way
As here, where I brush elbows: with a thousand
every day.
King Street.
© Arthur Henry Adams
A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn,
A dawn that never breaks to day!
Old, old the faces, and forlorn;
The hearts look out, so seared, so grey!
Keep Out Of The Weeds
© William Henry Drummond
No smarter man you can never know
W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau,
An' quiet he's too, very seldom talk,
But got an eye lak de mountain hawk,
See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere,
An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre.
Keith Of Ravelston
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
'O Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'
Kindness
© Sylvia Plath
Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.
Krishna Awakes
© Sant Surdas
Clusters of lotuses burst into bloom
the bumblebees humming with sweet sound
leave the lotuses;
as though the devout renouncing worldly ties,
in your love drowned
chant your name as they go about.
Kuessen Und Trinken
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Maegdgen, lass mich dich doch kuessen!
Zaudre nicht, sonst wirst du muessen.
Hurtig! hurtig schenkt mir ein!
Auf das Kuessen schmeckt der Wein!
King Canute
© William Makepeace Thackeray
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;
And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.
King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
