Ode

"Whispers to the Sky"
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
"The Language of Tears"
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
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
Silence is Bravery
A spoken word poet is known for paragraphs— Spoken by a man who stood for something and still stands. I’m a closed circuit. Only one laughs. Outlined— You’ll never see me in the middle... all of that. Silence is bravery. Poem dedicated to MJW. 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
"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
The Legend of Fromm
Fromm the moment I read the first thing I read by the elven warrior, I was struck by his commitment to his craft and care for facts.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Storm. Content Warning.
A bleeding pen, a rusted over knife – instruments of an architect of life, for mine was never one gifted or grown, but forged in fire, built from blood and bone.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
My Mother ❤️ Your Mother ❤️ Our Mother
She walks with grace, no crown she wears, yet queens could kneel— Before her stare, Her hands are worn— from work and care,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout 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