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The AM Attack
Every morning, next ... next to an AM. A werewolf... tv stuff. Making forgetters... in no trouble It hollers very, very fine ... Making a forgettter With a mate, Wakes! Next to an AM ... tv stuff. An ambush!
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
The Clockwork Hearts of Modern Men
They rise each dawn with buzzing dread, Their souls still shackled to their bed, Eyes bleary from the glowing screen— A life mechanized, trapped, unseen.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Plastic Hearts in Concrete Gardens
I passed a tree today— Or was it a lamppost shaped like one? Its leaves made of solar panels, Photosynthesizing data instead of sun. A man stood beside it, Scrolling through the void, Searching for meaning In an algorithm’s ploy.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
The First Time We Forgot to Feel
The first time I cried, I was a breath wrapped in silence, not shame. A mother’s lap—a temple. A father’s palm—a planet. Even pain had poetry back then.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Swing Me Higher Than the Sky
Swing Me Higher Than the Sky Swing me higher than the sky no really, higher I want my toes to kick the clouds I want to forget
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Be Leaf for Me... A Show
be a leaf for me dos, do nots, dids, doings didn'ts, dones, don'ts, disses, then drop! be a leaf for 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. Smith8 months ago in Poets
I Am Chris
It’s funny how the script has flipped Younger me would say I’m whipped And maybe I am Or just exhausted But now I see it
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Child Education
Early vacations, funny sleeping images of a child at noses and stations. A child education whose hand prys my eyes closed... examinations. The doctor is out cold and feeling is the child's education. Like my face?
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
No Money in Art
Don’t believe these heartless thieves And the lies they sell There’s no money in art If that’s true Why do all they seek to control all we do
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
No Chill
Summer, summer — what’s the noise? Light clothes and shirtless boys. Pools are full, sunscreens on, Straight hair! Makeup! All gone?
By verse voyager8 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Forgot to Breathe
I) The Man who forgot to breathe, Wears a tie of chains and sleeps beneath A ceiling built of flickering screens, His soul smothered in nicotine dreams.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Acne, Dizziness, and a Watermelon Feast: A Day in A Life of Medical Student
Hello, everyone! Today during our OPD rotation on campus, we encountered a patient complaining of head pressure, bouts of vertigo, and acne.
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets