Soon November
Will become December
And January
Will follow on.
How soon
Another year
Is gone!
Endings
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Tag Archives: free verse
While there is Time
All this must pass away.
Yet, there is still time
To rhyme
Of nymphs in short dresses
Who play
In glades
Of the poet’s fertile mind.
Unmade
Gazing at my unmade bed
As a chill breeze
Enters in, I remember dead
Love. and girls who please,
(Though not for love).
Nor do I love
Such women.
But when we partake
In lust
Man half-believes
He can escape
The dust.
For lust deceives.
Abandoned
They couldn’t stay long.
A remembrance of hands
And an abandoned hairband,
Kept for a while,
Brings a sad smile
To a man’s ageing face
At a girl’s lost grace.
Work Meeting
As the meeting neared it’s end
My old friend
Who had not
Yet said a word,
(Leastways, I heard
him not),
Interrupted, and did say,
“Tick tock”.
Yet the clock
Is forever ticking away
our day,
Though oft we heed him not.
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poems Included in Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology 2021-2022
I am delighted to announce that around 20 of my poems have been included in the Croydon Poetry Hour Anthology for 2021-2022. The anthology is available in paperback from lulu.com and can be purchased HERE
Among those of my poems included, is “Fallen Blossom”, which is reproduced below:
I found
Blossom on the ground
Which brought
To mind the thought,
We all,
As the blossom, fall.
Swallowed by Dark
I am swallowed by dark
In the churchyard at night.
Then a brief beam of the floodlight
Shows the graves all stark and white.
My feet return to peopled street
And I drink of life’s wine
For I must smile
While I have time.
Fame
Would I be glad to have
This thing called fame?
I think to win the game
Would be good.
But, in the wood
Leaves turn brown
On the ground.
Its Close to 1 Am
Its close to 1 am when
I hear the wild wind shake
My window. Later, when I go
Out I will see
How his dances
Have made free
With poor branches
And leaves
Brought low
By his breeze.
When men go
Among fallen trees
And scattered leaves
They know they to must go
And join fallen trees and leaves
An Autumn Day (1 November 2022)
Damp leaves in cold park.
Autumn days are growing dark.
The wind whistled
In the churchyard.
Then the rain came again.
K Morris - Poet 