K.A. Smith
Bio
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
Stories (328)
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History of the Pillows
Mesopotamia knows That we walk as ground. We had flow, Wings now. Crawls... if chose. Adjustable today, We walk still in bed Soft and cuddly Memories sink steadily When gets mad or beg. Either way, With a fist, kneel, or head... History of the pillows!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Ringing Over, Over, and Over
A salvation worker Stands and Shake their bells like clovers Made of gold. Only a wish away from a problem Being over. Outside stores for luck, Stood in the present as Customers spend their bucks. Ironically, walks by... the buck. Begging for a merry merry merry. Wearing unpopular colors, White and cherry. The ringing over over And over.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Cold in Fort Lauderdale
I really can't say It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale. But with bright skies, A high and returned mail. Black! 'Tis the season for treats. Warm cold temperatures, My cover is like a tree. A gift, who miss me? If Scrooge this morning... Imagine a beach spot Far away... fronts hot, And cold feet.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
I Know Why My Cellphone Sings
Pressed a smart city, Which is One of many. My sung, louder than An old boom box, Pretty late and Wakes oh too soon. Go back to sleep. A night owl on the phone Checks if you're okay Tonight... Even Sound is not safe. Constantly wants Out of this phone case. Good stevens! Small and can' t handle A losing record, the blues. Neighbors, local news... Boring. Landmarks, towers. I know why my cellphone sings.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
