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My Seat, "Be Nineteen Hundreds"
My seat is becoming... the seat wool, leather, or vinyl My seat is becoming... the drive wool, leather, or vinyl My seat is becoming... my eyes wool, leather, or vinyl. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Backbone
I didn’t grow a backbone overnight. I borrowed it, honestly, like a jacket someone hands you when they notice you’re shivering
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Love Right
Don’t take advantage of love Can’t be in it for the benefits Can’t control how love is given Love comes with grace Abuses of love lead to fractured relationships
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
On Reading...
Pages on the wind watching the words go by reading a book. ***** Learning levels literally listed lingo legendary limited
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Poets
Silence in the Journey
Sometimes even the GPS goes quiet when the road is straight, when every turn has already been accounted for. No warnings. No rerouting.
By Hannah Lambert10 months ago in Poets
Wintering Heart
My heart has been wintering, And I used to hate that word Like rest was laziness wearing a pretty coat. ﹁﹂ But the mornings are darker lately,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
The "Wheel"
these, wins and rights! A turn of the clouds. A field, different colors of them. deals upright in the fields, wins! these, lots... each with rights. not rights? insteads, a field of them, ignaugural laughs, then out there, lite and hearty har har, different colors, of them wins! NOT RIGHT! the "wheel!" the... the pin.
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets
Hope by Candlelight
Candle's tiny flame dances in the window's eye - hope in miniature.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Poets
Cultivate Self-Love
You know what is one of the biggest tragedies that can happen to humans. Self-hatred. Way too many people hate themselves,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
God told me(spoken over funky things part 1 and 2-Larry Ellis and the Black Hammer
I pray to receive abundant wealth of things that money can’t buy I have a lot left in the tank And that is a blessing I have much to accomplish before I die
By Nathaniel Terrell10 months ago in Poets
Don’t Go Back
Appying the knowledge gathered in the past It doesn't make sense to go back It doesn't make sense to think about him Applying the feelings that are felt
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
Applying Myself
I’m going to apply myself That means spending more time growing That means fearlessly trying new things That means working a little harder
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets