Author Archives: K Morris Poet

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About K Morris Poet

The purpose of this website (kmorrispoet.com) is to showcase my writing. For details of my published works, please click on the 'About' page of my blog.

A Review of My Poetry Collection, Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death

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My thanks to Robbie Cheadle for interviewing me and reviewing my poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. To read my interview and Robbie’s review of “Passing Through”, please visit https://writingtoberead.com/2025/09/17/treasuring-poetry-kevin-morris-shares-about-his-book-passing-through-some-thoughts-on-life-and-death-and-a-review-poetry-poetrycommunity-treasuringpoetry/

Invisible

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The wind is an invisible thing.

We see the waving trees

And leaves blown in the breeze.

I hear the wild wind

But him I do not see.

 

Finding the Quiet in Me

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In the early morning

When all is still and quiet

My thoughts run riot.

 

 

Then, the silence takes me

To a place

Where no thought exists in me. ,

And I am free

To simply be

Walking Though the Graveyard in the Pouring Rain

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Walking through the graveyard in the pouring rain

I do not feel alone

Nor do I regret the wet

For I can feel the heavy rain

While those who sleep beneath the gravestones

Are company for me.

And these old churchyard trees

Thrive in the rain.

Too Much Latin

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There once was a great lover of Latin

Who had a job as a professional assassin.

Whilst reading great Virgil

He became very ill.

That’s what comes of reading too much Latin!

 

 

On a September Day

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On a September day

I kicked a stick away.

That branch once danced

In the soft spring air.

 

 

Now I, with no care

Kick it along the forest floor

For it will dance no more

And eventually decay

 

 

I smile today

But in time will find decay.

Childhood

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The sound of the ice cream van

Reminds me of my childhood.

I could rhyme of an innocent time

Before I became a man

When all was good.

 

 

But a monster got inside my head.

He is long dead.

Yet still I find in my mind

Him lurking somewhere there.

And I feel that childhood pain again.

 

 

Sometimes I am free

In my poetry.

Autumn Has Come

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Autumn has not yet come.

Yet the sun shines

On dry leaves.

 

 

I find in my mind

That Autumn has come

And my leaves

Have Turned to grey.

 

 

But I am still here

In this fading year

Though my May

Has long since run away.

 

We go through birth.

Then, like leaves

We feed the earth.

 

 

But before we fall

We enjoy the bird’s call.

Though none can outrun

The setting sun.

 

 

 

 

Dawn who Like to Eat Acorns

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When a young lady known as Dawn

Went and swallowed acorns on the lawn,

And they said to her, “dear!

Trees will sprout from your ear!”,

She said, “pardon!”, and swallowed another acorn

Gorgeous Miss Unity

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The gorgeous and very talented Miss Unity

Is well known in the poetry community.

She reads her verse nude,

Which many find quite rude!

And then I go home with Unity …!