Kathleen Stevens

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Kathleen Stevens

I am a fourth generation poet. I have authored and self-published eight books of poetry and an Art book show-casing my own art work created over the past thirty years. Presently, I am living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.

Stories by Kathleen Stevens

I rest on my terrace and the sky is clear, A few wisps of white clouds are drifting near, I hear the splashing of water in the fountain nearby,...
The wind of life blows through me, At times- it whispers, At times- it wails; Allow my soul to be a reed, And sing a song that never fails,...
Look deep within me, where colors rest; Silent loveliness of maiden white tulips, Yellow velvet roses glide across my memories, The blue bird...
It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight, Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes, An undisputable wave, a persuaded...
Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break, Feet upon the sandy brown mat Whereupon decorates the sill of water’s foamy welcome; Towels...
The songs sung by singing robins is luxury Within the depths of countless souls, Not a missed note or note off key; If one listens— Uninhibited...
There was a king adorned with jewels, Young and handsome, an age of merely thirteen; He walked the garden yards And singled out red rose’s...
On a warm spring breeze, Birds chirp their greeting song, Children play kick ball On the green grassy knoll, People laugh while embarking on...
Commence our journey With our short-lived childhood\ Dreams, all too soon Set free, drifting on wind’s breath, Loosely held, Slightly...
A midsummer night in my sentiment my muse arose depositing poetry at task, with way of pen—my contemplation obtaining shape, my...
Seagulls playing on the beach, God watching and sending to each Infinite smiles, infinite miles; Count the yellow butterflies, Watch the...
Pigtails and braids What is it today? A cold winter night Stars so bright Hopes and a kisses Love ties sheltered Twirls and skips Dances on the...
A bitter wind, the melody begins, Winter even now directing the pace As January is gone; A crack in the sidewalk, Christmas cheer vanished, Fog...
One sunlight hour you awaken And if you are of gracious godsend You happen upon sweet serene. Tranquility loitering in the shadows The smell of wood...
Can I ride my skateboard down the mountain mud? Notebook in one hand, special movie in the other; I hear my home-room teacher’s song, As she...

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