Short Katie Poems

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A Limerick About Katie

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.
Form: Rhyme


Katie Sings Liberally

I have to say my heart was gladdened
When I heard Katie Melua sing
China has obviously come a long way
If there are 9 million bisexuals in Beijing
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Premium Member katie

katie l a shining girl

anthem salute swimming swirl

a thousand breathless reps

she mounts again top steps

nations pride nations pearl.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Katie

There once was a girl named Katie
Whose favorite flower’s a daisy
She made mud pies you know
With water from the toilet bowl
People think she’s silly and crazy
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Premium Member Katie

There's a sweet Asian waitress at our local chicken place Katie has the sweetest personality and an adorable face It's a trick they use So we'll return, I assume Not complaining, her sweet image I can't erase!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Katie McShane

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
Form: Rhyme

Katie and Jerry

As I lay here
I think about my life
And wonder why
I'm still alive.

And then I start thinking
about the people who really care about me.
I don't think I could make it
without Katie and Jerry.

Without them I couldn't even imagine
where I'd be.
I got blessed with Katie and Jerry
so I know God loves me.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member figuring out she was Katie Perry

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 this off.
But she can.
Wow!

To Katie

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ms Ghost Katie She Sho'Nuff Shady-

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 is,  she is absurd


2/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dear Katie

Dear Katie,

   As I sit here with my dog Beau
  I want just wanted you to know

Valentine's day is coming really soon
If you'd be my girl I'd be over the moon

You're the cutest girl in our whole school
If you go out with me that would be cool

Signed your best friend Ray,
Have a great and swell day



10/02/ 19
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Contest: Realism Art
Sponsor: Eve Roper
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Katie

the butterflies beat their wings
as soon as i began to sing

even when i was done
i couldn’t say that it was fun

my face turned crimson red
there was a pounding in my head

the notes i’d hit went all wrong
i told her i couldn’t sing the song

my voice had wavered on the note
i sang louder to stay afloat

the teacher stood to say who
at that moment i knew

who he was about to call
who would rise above them all

alas it was not me
her name was katie
Form: Rhyme

Katie

Once upon a time she was happy
Her eyes would sparkle and gleam
Though she did not know it, her beauty was never unseen
Now shes starving herself daily
In hopes of higher self-esteem
I wish she would break this torturing routine
I see the light trying to escape 
From the never-ending fearful scene
Her worries and her dreams, have never been those of a teen
She looks to the sky and wishes upon a star
For all of her fears to just become a scar.
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