Best Kate Poems

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
              her thoughts thickened by darkening...

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Tribute to The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin 


A subtle blank stare filled her eyes
As she , Margery Bollard ,locked them with whom she took her vows
A photograph of him against the floral wallpaper
Haunted her soul
She fainted and  collapsed onto her living...

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A little old lady named Kate
whose memory wasn’t so great
was pinched on the rear
by a man with a lear
said she sir, are we on a date?...

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Prince William searching for a mate,
Found the pretty maiden Kate.
The good queen smiled upon the pair
And now they're giving her an heir.

Kate wants to become a mum
But she's very sick in her tum.
She wishes to be left alone.
Don't visit her and please don't phone....

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Bill and Kate are wed and I wish them well
They are so in love far as I can tell
But they've got to learn so much
To evince that royal touch
So not from Queen Liz to catch 'oly 'ell

Wave as if screwing light bulbs in sockets
Billy keep...

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-I love the simplicity of the old one. But this extended version is special, I think...-


Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies sprawled in waste
Yellow, white and pale brown skins all in one
Emaciated fear lingering in the pale eyes

Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully...

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Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully...

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bring back the track girl
twirl hair,call the duff and gloat
lets do it again...

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Mary Kate 
     nails polished with chocolate,
     dark hair stiff with peanut butter gel,
          poses as a child.

Her beloved "gwitter" dress and patent leather shoes 
clash with the...

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Now and again my heart tried to freeze 
Until I behold the feet of the very best! 
At the shoulder of the evening breeze 
I quietly sort my wearied head to rest 
As the nightingale which sings for speech 
Swaggers home not to roost 
But...

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There is a wedding in old London town
A handsome man and his radiant bride
Ivory silk made up her graceful gown.
A merry throng had gathered in the street
To see the carriage in which they would ride
They cheered to the rhythm of marching feet
The bells are ringing...

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Oh, Kate comes from a broken home 
Where life’s just not that good.
She wants so much to make it work 
If she only thought she could.
And several times, it’s crossed her mind 
The thought of suicide.
It hurts so much. It just won’t end. 
The pain...

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Kate

She moved slowly in the cane-backed rocker 
Too and fro in the Summer heat
St Louis was unforgiving
Was there no escape?

She paused and walked to the bureau
Running her hand across the smooth worn oak
Opening the topmost drawer
She reached far back.

The small bundle in tissue
Tied with a...

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like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son

like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun


like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor

like the things we can't find but are still searching for


like a warm song of summer...

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