Kevin Poems - Poems about Kevin

Special Agent Kevin Dreary was very shy red hair eyes reminded me of Prince Harry he was very eager but this could have got me killed he teamed up with my brother in law Sgt Baker in Nashville crazy how the federal bureau of investigation planted itself in my family I am truly blessed at...

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From the dark shadows of the past to the unfair justice of this cruel world lies every new day that passes by around the shores of the flowing river, like a gentle wind it flows traveling with all the armies of water like soldiers on the battlefield, long live the 300 spartans such a terrifying...

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These are poems for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts... Nightfall by Michael R. Burch for Kevin Nicholas Roberts Only the long dolor of dusk delights me now, as I await death. The rain has ruined the unborn corn, and the wasting breath of autumn has cruelly, savagely shorn ...

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My son Kevin is a fine young man With a positive attitude and the motto “yes I can”! His energy is amazing and there’s no challenge too great Results oriented like his mom, he’s a winner out the gate Anything mechanical a piece of cake for gifted hands Fast cars his passion as we watch from the stands A Navy vet...

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An American actor, Kevin Costner. known for Divorce battle with Christine Baumgartner, his x partner. Academically inclined but played sports and poetry he pens. At a young age, loss confidence, having to make new friends....

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Yellowstone actor, Kevin Costner. His wife's divorce is going to cost her. Taking all of his money is her game. but she'll never ever steal his fame!...

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Icarus had wings made by his father, The power of which to him were unknown, Yet he spread them without too much bother, Knowing the life he risked was but his own. Lying next to you reminds me of how Our spirits may be borrowed devices, Granted in freedom, but which can allow Soaring vantage over grounding crisis. So,...

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For the viewer, beauty has the feel of All the connections of eternity, For it is through this processing of love The timeless achieves non-duality. So, when we turn and lie still and silent With our touch being the only focus, Limits melt away and our fears relent Almost to the point beyond our notice. There in the heart of...

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I'm hurting inside.... it feels as though my soul had died, sometimes I want to lay down and die, but my eyes were open..all i could do was cry, from the pain and iniquity that kept me in a lie, drowning as my creator  he passes me by, grow with your new family or shall...

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Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate Charged with the crime of treason against the British Crown Fifteen men faced a firing squad and without mercy shot down. It caused outrage in Ireland, and support for independence grew And from ninteen ninteen a guerrilla war did ensue An...

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Here's a man who is so kind ; So straight he walks a straight line; From his first job he has his first dollar his first dime ; And a gold watch to tell time; The life and times, of Kevin Stein; 12/27/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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We went to the movies His hand was in mine Then we headed for home Though it wasn’t quite nine. We headed towards sunset And talked in low tones We sat on the curb And ate ice cream cones. When we got to his house I kissed him goodnight I asked If he’d call me He said that he might. His parents were watching For him to arrive He’s...

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Talent by Michael R. Burch for Kevin Nicholas Roberts I liked the first passage of her poem: where it led (though not nearly enough to retract what I said.) Now the book propped up here flutters, scarcely half read. It will keep. Before sleep, let me read yours instead. There's something like love in the rhythms of night, in the throb of streets where the late workers drone, in the sounds...

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Safe Harbor by Michael R. Burch for Kevin N. Roberts The sea at night seems an alembic of dreams— the moans of the gulls, the foghorns’ bawlings. A century late to be melancholy, I watch the last shrimp boat as it steams to safe harbor again. In the twilight she gleams with a festive light, done with her trawlings, ready to sleep... Deep, deep, in delight glide the creatures of night, elusive...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all I can think of when I see your face is the chlorine and kool-aid you force fed me, these past nights have been considerably ill-inducing. I used to think summer...

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