Kathleen Poems - Poems about Kathleen

Happy birthday to the most handsome, most loving, and most amazing Papa in the world — no one else but you! Before anything else, I thank the Almighty Father for giving me you as my Papa. You are one of His greatest gifts to me — the reason I’m here in the Kingdom, the vessel He...

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Kathleen is a kind person who strives to be kind to even those who are not kind to her. She is a musician who loves music and makes it a large part of her life. She likes to laugh and even laughs at herself when circumstances warrant. She is a poet, who often handles life by writing about...

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Prescribed blood tests present no qualms, unlikely nothing askew i.e. ticking time bombs nor prone to catastrophization, albeit anticipatory anxiety plus demeanor of poetically titled medical practitioner allays, calms alleviates agitation exhibited by dad's and/or mom's panic minimizes si? no sweaty palms, nonetheless precautionary measure taken thumbing apostle Matthew psalms ayee feel grateful relatively clean bill of health. Nine thirty morning appointment earlier today September tenth two thousand nineteen no way found yours truly...

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There sits a place of graves amidst a copse of oak That drip with Spanish Moss, each in an eight foot skein. A thousand graves or more lie 'neath the tree frogs' croak. Only one cries at night - his soul speaks out, "Kathleen" 3-23-19 Contest Wtiting Challenge 5, March 2019, 4 Lines Sponsor : Dear Hearts...

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There was a lady of name Kathleen, Who was never quite sure where she had been. So they found her a minder Who was a lot kinder And always kept her happy and clean....

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Kathleen My name is hers. Sort of. Similar yet different because I am. Altered, this strong Irish name for a weak Sicilian nonna. Heart it was. Children’s laughter killed her, roared his grief. They grew with guilt. I, inherited the heart but I am not weak with this strong Irish name. Laughter is medicinal. I live past her years....

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger A life of adventure, of courage, of fear Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years that have chiseled her wrinkles, but not dampened her cheer She pours me some tea, we relax in the shade Cool on the porch of a summertime day Honeysuckle vines circle the posts, Spider-webs glisten,...

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Thou dearest, dearest Kathleen, how mine very soul doth pine for thee. How dare mine cruel sire deign to gaol thee and cleave our love asunder! Let not thine heart be vexed one whit that I was a party to this dastardly plot! Night and day I pace these musty castle halls with thee e'er on mine mind. Thou...

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Oh Kathleen! You seem as distant from me as some ancient nebulous universe yet near as last night’s dreamy reverie. Are you just luminous stardust dispersed into eyes of a starry-eyed lover by some celestial fairy sandman? Only to awaken and discover that your loveliness is nothing more than a dream imagined. Must I wipe away this besprinkled magic dust that beguiles me? To...

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She was a beauty my sweet Kathleen With auburn hair and eyes of emerald green I can see her there waiting for me Back at our home in Kentucky She didn’t want me to go that day She cried so when she saw me dressed in gray I kissed her and said goodbye Telling...

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