On Thursday 19th March I hosted a segment on the World Poetry Reading Series World Poetry Cafe March 19 2026 with Kevin Morris by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud. During my section of the podcast I read William Wordsworth’s the Solitary Reaper which is one of my favourite poems. In addition, I recited a number of my own poems and talked about my poetry.
To listen to the show please follow the above link. My bit starts some 20 minutes into the podcast.
On Thursday 29th January, I appeared on the World poetry Café together with the author of “Through the Roman Gate”, a historical novel which is available to purchase in the Kindle store. The book sounds like a fascinating read and I will be downloading it onto my Kindle.
During my segment of the podcast I read a number of my recently published work and talked about what inspires me to compose poetry.
To listen to the podcast please visit https://flashfiction2.substack.com/p/world-poetry-cafe-jan-29-kevin-morris?utm_source=podcast-email%2Csubstack&publication_id=5716717&post_id=186013381&utm_campaign=email-play-on-substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=play_card_post_title&r=dv63h&triedRedirect=true. My segment appears approximately 27 minutes in.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer and Victor for hosting me on the World Poetry Café.
In addition to this blog, I also record many of my poems on TikTok. Below are a selection of some of them. While you don’t need to subscribe to TikTok to view videos, in order to comment and like content a TikTok account is necessary. If you enjoy what you hear do please consider subscribing:
Two Voices: A Poetic Journey Through Nature and City | TikTok
My Old Clock: A Poetic Reflection on Time | TikTok
An Acrostic by Poet Kevin Morris #poetryreading #spokenwordpoetry #fy… | TikTok
She wore heels
And brought a short
Dress to fulfil his fantasy.
They drank wine
To kill the time
And hide
The emptiness they both denied.
His transfer
Made everything fair and square.
And no arrow fell
From Cupid’s bow.
With the dark
And the light
In my heart
I make art.
I play a part.
The stage light
Illumines the night.
For a while
I smile
Then comes the dark.
A very happy Christmas to you, my readers. I hope the festive period brings you joy and happiness.
Best wishes. Kevin
The Autumn dark is coming down.
One day I will drown
And leave the night
And the light.
For I am bound by dark
And will not fight
The inevitable night.
On opening my mum’s back door
I hear the rain pour.
I shall not romanticise
Rain or death.
Man dies
And some are left bereft
Listening to the rain.
The flowers are finished in the hanging baskets
That beautified in summertime.
Now the autumn has come
And I hear knocks
From dead things in the rain and wind.
The clock on the wall
Makes a steady tick
As flowers continue to fall.
I like to write
But sometimes the rhymes won’t come.
In the morning sun
I have written of pretty flowers
Who know not hours
And clocks that tick the day away.
At times I write
Of midnight doors where young women knock
And pause for a while
(but never stop).
My verse makes readers smile
While others curse.
But I can not deny
That sometimes the rhymes
Just won’t come.
K Morris - Poet 