Ode

Ode to Andrea Gibson
If joy is easier to carry What could I lift If I set down my grief? Surely I have grown far stronger Than I think.
By Logan Stanislawabout a year ago in Poets
"Parts Our Tears"
An old part still shows in our African-American hair. Parts are tears, Parts are tears, Parts are tears— A symbol of our days. Fading... positive. I am the slant, was always there. Parts are tears, Parts are tears, Parts are tears— Shows in in our African-American hair. 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
"Living With Beauty" (from Alter's Rose)
Living with beauty. Doing kind, kind things, living... What brings the name. A flower, a living with beauty. Can stay or go away with... Get a copy of "Alter's Rose" by K.A. Smith. Available at online bookstores.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Earth: Our Precious Home. AI-Generated.
In the dawn of morning, Earth awakes, Her gentle winds, the rivers’ lakes, Mountains rise to touch the skies, As the sun climbs, and birds arise.
By Hân Quan Patricabout a year ago in Poets
This Was Home. Top Story - July 2025.
The strobe light, brighter than the day, There, high above the desert floor, Beckoned to us, as if to say, “Come, only a few minutes more!”
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Five Thousand
Finally, a goal is reach Ignited by passionate writing Various poems and stories shared Everyone read about my heart despaired
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
THEY VANISH, WE SPEAK. Content Warning.
“For Ernesto Ayala Jr., who dared to stand in light while the system cloaked itself in shadows.” Ernesto Ayala Jr., you will not vanish from memory.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Breaking, The Burning
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
And so I said
Why not dream big? You'll only wind up dead. Life is meaningless, and, It's all in your head. So why not dare to be great?
By Taylor Inmanabout a year ago in Poets
Images of You (A Love Letter)
Thanks to the camera, I saw you the same way.... in an image. Tried to stand in the way, but the camera owns. Only serves me and you— Curses of photography. I see cameras who want you. I want to capture, protect, and follow. So, they just go! That's my nature. If I dare to use it— Now, I'm blind, and hopefully, I'll be able to see again— me and you. I hope to see again— in my mind, my heart, my soul. I, old-fashioned, still long to feel skin! Write on it, a manner unpoisonous. To A., Beloved, the past is not old-fashioned or blind. It’s alive in every frame, in every "image of us" together. Us, a sparkle in the sea. Thank you for reading! Which part resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets