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By saying vest, we mean power which wears... right after. Who's wearing less because... it showed a little more, ad for an eye catcher. This, a light telling about the investments of a tailor rushed... unraveling right after. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain —
Rain has always carried a language of its own. For some, it is music, a lullaby for weary souls. For others, it is grief, the sky weeping when words are too heavy to speak. For me, rain has always been a mirror—reflecting not only the world outside but also the storms within.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
Introduction: When the Trees Begin to Speak Every autumn, when the air turns crisp and the trees begin to shed their leaves, the world transforms into a living poem. Golden, crimson, and amber leaves dance through the air before resting gently on the ground. To many, it’s just a seasonal shift. But if you listen closely, you’ll hear something deeper — the language of falling leaves.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Echoes of a Silent Heart
Introduction: The Sound of What We Never Say Silence has its own language. It lingers in the spaces between words, in the pauses where our hearts ache but our voices fail. A silent heart does not mean an empty one—it means a heart that carries longing so heavy it cannot always be spoken aloud.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Black veiled honey . Honorable Mention in The Road Drops Here Challenge.
are you drowning in the same honeyed darkness that preceded me does Death wear an invisible halo? Have you come for me, not for my hour of death, but to whisper secrets behind my shadow?
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
