Kevin Patrick

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Comments about Kevin Patrick

  • Engin Kavrak Engin Kavrak (5/11/2017 7:57:00 AM)

    Your poems are very magical and effective. I enjoyed reading them very much.

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  • Electric Lady Electric Lady (9/4/2016 3:31:00 PM)

    To you and other inspiring poets, thanks for keeping poetry alive. Keep writing Kevin Patrick!

  • Mj Lemon (8/31/2015 9:00:00 PM)

    Kevin's is some of the finest poetry going. I enjoy so much, but have a special affinity for the political satire. And OK, I have to admit to some jealousy, - not being able to write that kind of brilliant satire....

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (10/4/2014 6:14:00 AM)

    Kevin Patrick is the another name of rainbow of poetry. i wish you all the best. Go ahead my friend tomorrow is yours.

  • Kaila George Kaila George (9/11/2014 8:02:00 PM)

    I have read and known this poet since I first came on here, and he is and always will be a brilliant man, he has grown so much since first we met on here, insightful to many on this site, a wonderful person to know as a friend, supportive and always there, I am quite taken with his wonderful writes and recommend you read as much of his work as you can...his heart of gold shines through...great man indeed.

  • Poet Of The River Poet Of The River (3/4/2012 6:04:00 PM)

    I like your style, it is unique and all around a good read. It is never a waste of time reading your poems. :) keep it up, looking forward to your next.

Best Poem of Kevin Patrick

A Rose Grows In The Night

A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric
I touch the stem and thorns
Disappear from their tragic court
Scent regales the pollens nectar
That sings in childhood's laughter
Where smiles are like roses
That grow inside the night

Read the full of A Rose Grows In The Night

Bomb In C Minor

</>There's a minefield set inside my head
Any little push and I think we're all dead
The barrel is loaded through my twisted neurology
Which social miasmas set in motion the trigger
Leading tainted endearments that lead me to linger
A hyacinth aborted, in the killing fields bloomed
caution were you tread, or this roman candle will yield

There's a bomb playing c minor, it's my schizoid sonata

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