social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Other Splash
you can walk away from a poem you can ignore that part in a song you can tell yourself that it doesn't matter and you'll probably never be wrong
Baseball field
We Traveled In the Park After Dark I wasn't Guessing... I just Followed My Heart... Our footprints On the Baseball Field,
HandsomelouiiThePoetPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsBehind Closed Doors
I'm watching a friendship come to an end, as you both are building decisions behind closed doors, You are creating a clarity without true communication,
Rilee AreyPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsElectronic Therapy
The twisting of knobs Slider transitioning between songs Its more than just pressing play Oftentimes lyrics not needing to be made,
Beautiful Capture
Confined My Love... Just Like Daisies In a Jar!
HandsomelouiiThePoetPublished about 19 hours ago in Poets
crocheting
weaving words like wicker crotchety job every single one grabbing them all with a neat thread worth millions or at least a gold bar
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
behind the scenes
a surge of singe in the upstream skive of heat few furniture and unsealed windows an old rug to cover all that carpeted floor
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 22 hours ago in Poets
what parts of you do you hide
what parts of you do you hide are you ashamed because they are shameful or because someone else made you feel ashamed for it
Insulation
When I wake, there are tears on my face From condensation From the ice that pricks my skin and paints my eyelashes as I sleep.
Negrophilia
Negrophilia. They love to take the gifts that came from Black bodies and make them into carbon copies, never honest copies.
Joe PattersonPublished a day ago in Poets
happiness can be whatever you want
happiness can be whatever you want don't let someone else define it for you they can be happy one way and you might be content with a whole different life
Holy Profanity
Defiled, vile, wicked, and frail, Is how the world recalls my tale, Not recalling my service, oh king of the east, Enlightening Enkidu, the wildman beast.
Emily Marie ConcannonPublished a day ago in Poets
