Ode

The fables of Carmine
You demonize privilege, the very nostrils that fetch air to your lungs. The sinister boogeyman you drag around behind you,
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
karma
He calls me an angel and he would know The man is like heaven raining down slow To put out the fire with a moisture of a kiss
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
The Thought of Running
The Thought of Running Every girl, at least once, has stared out a window and imagined the wind lifting her away from the walls that call themselves home.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
The Shape of Grief
Grief does not knock— It enters like dusk, Filling corners with shadows And silencing clocks. It creeps into morning With yesterday’s name
By Allen Rihababout a year ago in Poets
Basketball Singing
Heal the basketball Make it a better bounce For you and for me And... For every ounce. There are people trying Each and every day Make the basketball A better bounce For you... And me. 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
Sun-Kissed Stage
I walk one step For every “I can’t do this”. I take one breath For every tear I shed. I shake one hand For every sleepless night.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Retribution
Destruction Has Followed The Path That You Take. Sorrow And Horror Are The Products You Make. You Have No Compassion For Those That You Hurt.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Poets
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
We Are Mere Guests
We are humans. We often think what we see now was always like that. Nope — it was very different. Here where I live, in suburban Southern California,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Mount Rainier
There’s Mount Rainier, looming over Seattle, in the Pacific Northwest — an imposing presence. Snowcapped, with glaciers
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
She Goes Nature Walk
She goes nature walk every single day, as if she is committed. She looks mindfully, paying attention to everything. She admires spectacles
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
5/1/25
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets