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The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Gem Toe or Gym... Laugh
Here is something for toes? A deep deep massage, learn to get them to unfold. Tickle to get them to... for what shoes did, almost. They look like rocks! Ha Balancing..., Why! Why! Why! On a mat, see smiles go. Toes, a game. Focused... Concentrating... Breathing... Outleting. Stage lights, a striking appearance... they're gems or gyms, a show. 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
Every Tiny...
Excited to be tiny in a small place... Enjoy small rides in small cars, a miniature— a stay? Now, schools... a relaxing vacay for someone's holiday. Your birthday! Is your birthday? Enjoy... the people enjoying the kids. The kids? Growing taller... the beach waves. The lyrics sung, takes a mind truly beside a grainy beside a grainy sand cake. A lovely day. A lovely day, on this earth... On this earth. 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
Ten Seconds Before the Train Arrives
Ten seconds. The station smells of rain-soaked concrete and old newspapers. Somewhere down the track, metal wheels hum like a distant storm. The display says Arrival: 0:00, but the train hasn’t yet broken through the tunnel’s mouth.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
