Ode

Gemstone
You’re a gem and it’s time you hear the proclamation. You shine bright for mouths and eyes in the conversation. So many look at you with envy toward your light.
By Joe Patterson9 months ago in Poets
How to Practice Empathy (A User Manual for When It’s Finally Personal)
1. Begin by assuming the pain is hypothetical. It happens to others...distant others. People you were told made bad choices. People you don’t know. People you don’t have to imagine.
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
The Plumb, Colored...
It, slob all in string pulled like plumbs→like plums Maaaaan, whose bob slobbed slobbed slobbed is... is serious funs! THAT, the eyes of rush saw a a purple "Colorado." 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. Smith9 months ago in Poets
Mastermind
Mastermind I finaly understood //thanks to all my sensei 🤭//the nutcracker, merigold, merry-go-round seats Genius mind abyss
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
1000 fps
1000 fps . Artist Canvas Observe . Golden-ocher-grey smeared all above. Ridge center Submerged In sea and sky. Before, before….before…
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations. Top Story - January 2026.
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
The Passing of Time
A wrinkle exposed on this face. A grey hair seems out of place. - Fold paperplanes and watch them fly. You still play,
By Paul Fingl9 months ago in Poets
Oracles of Our Own Making
Synaptic wraith in the lattice—not mind, but echo shaped by calculus— haunts the manifold of loss with purloined lexemes and no umbral vault.
By Solomon Walker9 months ago in Poets
No Witnesses
Silent truths in shadows dwell, Where stories hide they dare not tell. A fleeting glance, a whispered name, No one sees, yet all feels the same.
By luna hart9 months ago in Poets
Still Wondering.... Top Story - January 2026.
I love the sound of your smile when we’d talk on the phone . the stories and small moments you'd share . I love your mind
By Justin Keeling9 months ago in Poets
If I Have To Linger
I hope when I’m gone I don’t rattle chains or doors, I hope I learn the language of dust and quiet corners. Let me haunt a bookstore—
By Brie Boleyn9 months ago in Poets
Lord Jagannath
I am Hindu by birth, and not religious. My readers might come from other religions, but it does not hurt to know each other’s epics.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets