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Every Lesson Changes a Person . Content Warning.
Research in neuroplasticity reveals that our brains physically change with every new lesson we absorb. Each experience creates neural pathways that alter our thinking patterns, emotional responses, and behavioral tendencies.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
hey, you
hey. hey, you. yes, you. and you, over there. where did we come from? ey? oh? yes, i agree- i do look suspiciously
By chloeabout a year ago in Poets
The Great Train Robbery
I was born with silver bullets lining my tongue, always quick on the drawl, a heart that hammers in hooves, the spirit of wild mustangs,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Stewing (Mid-Chew)
Hand to mouth, I cannot wait, the casserole looks delicious An impatient pop into my mouth Sizeable meat and potato morsels drenched in gravy
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Deoxyribonucleic Acid (The Not Applicable)
Caught the DNA? Can't... cause hides a bit. Could more mean less, when it comes to genetics? Marker's marks— just parts left on the strand... "markfulness." There, marks for deletion ... on the board and not be at risk. Only land marks, wouldn't for a living floor? ... walkin' with. 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
The Cock Flew Over the Garden Wall no 2
The Cock Flew Over the Garden Wall no 2 The cock flew over the garden wall To have a look at the hens My mother came out
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The greyhound who would not race
The greyhound who would not race They lined him up, all sleek and thin muscles coiled, ready to spin the whistle blew, they all shot fast
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No wonder the cock flew over the garden wall Haiku
No wonder the cock flew over the garden wall Haiku What big teeth you have Amazing cocks and hens teeth That first bite says all
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"Pay per"
New copy machine, paper be wrinkled; once... twice... three times... paper's stuck! 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
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In The SpudBros Queue
Introduction I don't do queuing out of choice; in fact, I actively avoid it. Sometimes you are forced to, but if I can get out of it, I will.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
A Floor Fan, Super!
Super and new, fans look like stadiums, cooool. Seats—crowded, towered... Inside, cheering, curvatiously and victoriously... seats full, challenged. Are seats an arrival? Who winds the opponent's game? Board the same with stormed floors. What turns the fan, slices air like pizza or pie with a thick score. At the tops, somehow, it's family staying together.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets