Katie Poems - Poems about Katie

WHAT KATIE DID Katie had jogged my elbow at the poker table I tried to snatch back my chips but was unable And I guess I was causing some sort of hiatus A bet’s a bet, quite irrespective of one’s status My pleadings were drowned out in that babel Could I lose all that money sent over by cable Other players showed...

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Permit me to say how much I admire Your voice and music--oh, how they inspire! Each note from your lips speaks straight to the heart, Awakening love as from Cupid’s dart. My world seems to rest when you start to sing, Entranced to go wherever your songs bring; Suddenly I find in spite of all strife A perfect world and a wonderful...

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Katie's laugh is really funny. I bet she makes lots of money. Her tattoos are unique. Her clothes are chic. And her disposition is sunny. ...

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There’s a tugging in my chest It leads me straight to you Bubbling, broiling love and luck Of pink and golden hue A kind and sweethearted soul Deserves the world anew And when she talks, my heart goes light And face burns red for you Sweetheart, sweetheart, hug me close Pull me tight to you My little blue jay, birdie, love Fire alarm, love me too ...

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In the garden of my heart You bloom, A radiant rose in endless room Your laughter Like a gentle breeze Brings my restless soul to ease Your eyes, two stars in twilight’s glow Guide me through the night, you know With every word, your voice so sweet My heart skips a joyous beat In your embrace, I find my home No longer do...

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In the heart of a garden, where dreams unfold, Katie wanders, her spirit free and bright. White gold adorns her, a tale untold, Glistening softly in the moon's gentle light. Roses bloom in hues of crimson and white, Their fragrance a symphony in the air. Katie's touch, tender and light, Turns each petal into a whisper, a prayer. White gold, a promise of...

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In the quiet moments of the day When the world feels far away My thoughts drift gently to you Katie, my love, so true. Your smile, a beacon in the night Guides me through the darkest plight Your laughter, like a melody Fills my heart with purest glee. In your eyes, I see the stars A universe where nothing mars The beauty of your tender...

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Katie was upset because she lived far away Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”. Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother. Please, she...

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She looked familiar, but I had no idea why. The instant I walked toward her eyes, I knew her. It is Katy Perry, of course. I love her as a red head, I love her as a blonde. I usually picture her as a brunette. Today I could see that she looks great without hair too. Not many people can pull...

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I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens By Steve Body Copyright 2009 I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens. All the words are jumbled in my head. They all seem small and empty when I think of The fact of Jacob Clemens lying dead. Jake Clemens was my best friend and companion, Grew up together, never parted ways. I was...

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There's a girl from Dutch Country Who kneads this heart inside of me She's beautiful, a treat to see A singing angel, that is she A true companion to a T I see compatibility My dreams of her change me to we Perhaps someday those dreams shall be...

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I learned so much last time I went too The shore casino near the ocean blue Conjuring up honesty and words that were true Looking for tranquil sanctuary to think and talk Arriving at the beach area where I did walk On the wooden planks Where a wintry scene proclaimed thanks...

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I wrote this for the children of my friend Wendy and her husband. They both died this past week from Covid 19. They both had chosen not to get the vaccine which is unfortunate. They died three days apart, she was 50 and he was 60. How many more loved ones will we have...

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St Pattys Day Limerick L. Milton Hankins Twas in his cups, drinking bitter ale. His name McGonahill, first name Kale. Irish girl gave him wink He sputtered came up pink A big plotter, Miss Katie O’Dale. She would make him a respectable sort. His friend Collum laughed, gave a little snort. She gave him the eye too Super good Irish shrew On Patty’s Day...

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She's the hooting of the ghost I think she's angry at her host She finds it hard to see The Bling that blue gold gin hung around her neck Bling ~ Who is that crying what's their issue Whose hand is that holding wadding tissue She's a advice live lady Whose name is Ms. Katie The ghost she...

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