Kilmer Poems - Poems about Kilmer

Because of Pneumonia, he couldn't survive. Val Kilmer has died at the age of sixty-five. He starred as Batman in "Batman Forever" thirty years ago. In 2013, he starred in "Ghost Ghirls" and "Palo Alto". In 2011, he starred in "Blood Out" and "Five Days Of War". He was a very talented actor who we won't see anymore. In 2006, Val...

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Alfred Joyce Kilmer Tribute ''Trees'' via rehash VIDEO presentation: Alfred Joyce Kilmer, penned name, 'Joyce Kilmer,' was killed by a sniper's bullet in WWI at 31 years old, 20 July 30, 1918. Joyce held a beautiful view of life whereto, he wrote his poem 'Trees,' and as I, a wretched soul with worn eyes,...

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For years I've tried to figure out The tree Joyce Kilmer wrote about. Was it an oak, or maybe elm? What was it so appealed to him That gives his simple poem so much clout? He thought that he would never see a poem lovely as a tree, Then, quick as anyone could quote one, He sat himself right down and wrote...

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When I think of a poem, "as lovely as a tree," I ponder what sacrifice was made for me. More than lovely smooth white paper on which to write poetry. The bite to its bark must have caused pain, slicing through wood-skin turned so thin that I could write on it and be real. And all I can do is apply some...

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(a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer) I doubt that we shall ever see A more handsome pair than you and me Me, whose hungry mouth is pressed Against your ample, perky breast You look at me with sparkling eyes And utter those sweet whispering sighs; The tiara I gave you, you proudly wear Above the bangs upon your hair; In your bosom my...

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I’m your huckleberry Always makes me smile Since Val Kilmer used it in the move Tombstone My husband and I used it over and over The month after we saw the movie Delighted us beyond any sane reason To this day when I hear it I have the same reaction And I smile...

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I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree, The sun thus shine its countenance, The tree whose gift, sparse its expanse, Tree girth aloft, ...

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I think that I shall never see a beast as loathsome as a flea. A flea whose hungry mouth consumes all the blood that it exhumes. A flea that gets into my hair and makes me scratch 'til I am bare. A flea that makes me itch all day and irritates in every way. Upon whose head curses we rain; whose biting we have...

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Winter ..with apologies to Joyce Kilmer I think that there shall never be Another winter such as thee. A winter in which snow didst fall In depths to six and eight feet tall; A winter Hugging frozen ground Muffling all prayerful sound; A winter icing Kilmer’s trees Where now the robins slowly freeze; Who would beg for melting rain Upon the deepening snow now lain. Winter makes...

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?I thought that I would never see Another macho man like me. Ex-green Beret and Airborne Ranger, Who never shirked in face of danger. But that ancient myth was soon dissolved, When my wife asked me to get involved, And accompany her, one fine day, In search for her new negligee. Now stout of frame and grey of hair, My soldier?s past could not...

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I think that I shall never see As lovely a dichotomy -- Soul serene, secure in beauty, Fearful, though, of social duty, Thoughtful lover, unrequited By your own predisposition, Home alone with Truth united -- A modern metaphysician. Passions rage; you arrange a truce Between your sparrows and your snakes. Soul-searching makes you a recluse, Lost in imaginary wakes. Dressing Vision in Fantasy’s clothes, Your poems make Heaven...

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I think that I have never known a tree as lovely as a poem. A poem that in a single breath infuses life, defying death with words that move in stylish grace and give emotion resting place. A poem reflecting life and love and faith, perhaps, in He above who gave the world the lovely tree and the gift of rhyme to fools like...

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When I was yet in grade school, my teacher gave to me, a task I thought most surely would be the death of me. She ordered me to write a verse, in any style I chose, I will tell you right up front that at her words I froze! I thought long and hard on it, as any schoolgirl...

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