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Smoke in the Shadows
Poetry: In the hush of night, he stands alone, A soul half-lost, in silence grown. Smoke spirals like forgotten dreams, Woven through moon's silver beams.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
What I'll never say...
What is that to never speak of? But then decide to write about? That seems like a contradiction, I would never let those thoughts out!
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
"Whispers Beneath the Moon"
On the curve of night, where silence bends, A soul sits still as the dark transcends. Upon a branch that dares to dream, He rides the hush of moonlight’s beam.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
The Tapestry of Life
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Read My Legs, Read My Book
Nothings! Read my legs! Read my book—nothings! Just skin and bones. Nothing like “See Jane Run” or “Beep! Beep!” Nothing… But maybe if I were present, Jane would’ve won— …the book. But it’s too late! Now, Beep Beep. Beep Beep. In the library, I see— The Roadrunner. It won! It won! Without the ole coyote. 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
Cool Story, Bro.. Top Story - July 2025.
Gather your kids, baby, pull out that phone It's time for an update. Check your makeup, highlight those cheekbones Your audience awaits.
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Poets
Trolley Side
San Francisco was my favorite place I loved to get a hot drink From the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf Always picking my shiny silver mug
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Bluffing
"Can I buy you a drink?" 🍺 💭 ... if I promise not to tell you what I think... 💭 🍻 💭 ... ... ... 💭 ⚡ 💭 You're out of my league.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
I'm Doing Fine, Obviously
Woke up before noon, which technically counts as thriving. Coffee's cold, but that's just how I like my hope now— a little bitter, mostly optional.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Ego of Deeming
I've been meaning to express— admiration doesn't quite cut it I've been deeming it necessary— adoration seems extreme a bit
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Parade in Red, White, and Blue Metal
Red-suited devil— don’t hear you. Metal. White-suited devil— don’t hear you. Metal. Blue-suited devil— don’t hear you, too. Metal. 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