Poems begining by K

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Kraj Majales (King Of May)

© Allen Ginsberg

And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and

lying policemen

Kindness

© William Barnes

Good Meäster Collins heärd woone day

A man a-talkèn, that did zay

Where, over heathen doom-rings and gray stones of the Horg,
In its little Christian city stands the church of Vordingborg,
In merry mood King Volmer sat, forgetful of his power,
As idle as the Goose of Gold that brooded on his tower.

Kiwi

© May Swenson

Fruit without a stone, its shiny

pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny

Kettelopotomachia

© James Russell Lowell

P. Ovidii Nasonis carmen heroicum macaronicum perplexametrum, inter
Getas getico moro compostum, denuo per medium ardentispiritualem
adjuvante mensa diabolice obsessa, recuperatum, curaque Jo. Conradi
Schwarzii umbrae, allis necnon plurimis adjuvantibus, restitutum.

Kaspar Hauser's Song

© Georg Trakl

He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.

Knickerbocker

© Henry Austin Dobson

Then I come and write beneath:
Boughton, he deserves the wreath;
He can give us form and hue
This the Muse can never do!

Kalamazoo

© Vachel Lindsay

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apart
Lived the girl with the innocent heart.

Keeping His First Wife Now

© Henry Lawson

ITS OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,

And a splice in the knot untied

Kisses

© William Strode

My love and I for kisses play'd,
Shee would keepe stake, I was content,
But when I wonne shee would be paid;
This made mee aske her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth shee) your wrangling vayne,
Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.

King Solomon and the Ants

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Out from Jerusalem
The king rode with his great
War chiefs and lords of state,
And Sheba's queen with them;

Kincora

AH, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?

And where is the beauty that once was thine?

Kensington Garden

Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands

Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,

Ku Klux

We have sent him seeds of the melon's core,
And nailed a warning upon his door:
By the Ku Klux laws we can do no more.

Knowledge

Oh for a life of leisure and broad hours,
To think and dream, to put away small things,
This world's perpetual leaguer of dull naughts;
To wander like the bee among the flowers
Till old age find us weary, feet and wings
Grown heavy with the gold of many thoughts.