Poems begining by K
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Kenmare River
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
'Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry,
'Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon,
Krinken
© Eugene Field
Krinken was a little child,--
It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Kissing time
© Eugene Field
'T is when the lark goes soaring
And the bee is at the bud,
When lightly dancing zephyrs
Sing over field and flood;
Kangaroo Power
© Henry Lawson
NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,
And German professors may take a back seat,
Kiss
© Ruth Padel
He's gone. She can't believe it, can't go on. She's going to give up painting. So she paints Her final canvas, total-turn-off
Black. One long
Obsidian goodbye. A charcoal-burner's Smirnoff, The mirror of Loch Ness Reflecting the monster back to its own eye.
But something's wrong. Those mad Black-body particles don't sing Her story of despair, the steel and
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties
© Hilaire Belloc
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,
And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
Kooroora
© Henry Kendall
The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,
A torrent beneath them is leaping,
King Solomon And The Queen Of Sheba
© Vachel Lindsay
[The mens leader rises as he sees the Queen unveiling
and approaching a position that gives her half of the stage.]
Knowlt Hoheimer
© Edgar Lee Masters
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.
When I felt the bullet enter my heart
I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail
For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,
Kinsey Keene
© Edgar Lee Masters
Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, president of the bank;
Coolbaugh Wedon, editor of the Argus;
Rev. Peet, pastor of the leading church;
A.D. Blood, several times Mayor of Spoon River;
King Trisanku. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Viswamitra the Magician,
By his spells and incantations,
Up to Indra's realms elysian
Raised Trisanku, king of nations.
Knowledge
© Louise Bogan
Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--
Kitanomaru Park
© Sukasah Syahdan
two-three Japanese frogs
suspended their croaks
and returned the quiet
to the nearby loch
Kemang Afternoon Blues
© Sukasah Syahdan
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Had it not been for the traffic jam
You'd have thought being elsewhere
Most the niceties seemed so foreign
Speaking a tongue so unfamiliar
K. A.
© Sukasah Syahdan
When my sun rises I dont mind perishing
As long as I can embrace you till the end
And my heart can shout loud: I have loved.
Keeping Going
© Seamus Justin Heaney
Piss at the gable, the dead will congregate.
But separately. The women after dark,
Hunkering there a moment before bedtime,
The only time the soul was let alone,
The only time that face and body calmed
In the eye of heaven.
Krishna And His Three Handmaidens
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AND where he sat beneath the mystic stars,
Nigh the twin founts of Immortality,
That feed fair channels of the Stream of Trance,--
To Krishna once his three handmaidens came,
