There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Door Stayed Open I stood beside a silent room, Where clocks had lost their need to speak, A gentle calm moved through the air,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Some follow at a distance. Others always keep pace. * Some leave you in peace. Others get in your face. * Some are there as guides.
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Poets
I feel hollowed out like a willow tree Mourning for lost time. Things didn't turn out as I'd hoped Leaving me in a sombre mood.
By Sun Bee5 months ago in Poets
Smiling...feels like I'm the only one Smiling today decayed moments fill the air the emptiness speaks loud pounding on a psychic ozone layer
By John Scipio5 months ago in Poets
Let their ears ring And gush ruby rivers, With every whisper From friends and family Whose words will always abrade. Let their voice tremble
By caitodoesstuff5 months ago in Poets
A drop in a bucket, or what yes, that makes ripples, but is that what I am talking about No, and without a doubt we ripple and ripple and ripple out!
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
record scratch i can't actually be here. this is all a grand, spectacular distraction. so are the loud songs i listen to;
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Poets
Sometimes we let the world decide who we are, even when it never sees us clearly. ________ There were two pearls that grew above land.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Poets
🫧🫧🫧 I hate doing the dishes; there’s no point in lying. They stack up in mountains without me even trying! A shirt covered in soapy suds,
By Rain Dayze5 months ago in Poets
Jonathan Swift was a bigger pussy than the ones spitting out the babies he wanted us to eat. Thinking too small with his isle of white mentality. I’d say he was a republican, but fetus fois gras is more of a plan than they would vote for.
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
The truth is I spent the bulk of my 20s trying to make sure there was less of me to grab onto and I can't help but wonder if I should feel good that I accomplished my goal,
By Mikayla Rose5 months ago in Poets
My soul was kidnapped Age three and a half Snatched through my mouth While I slumbered On my aching back ꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹 Like a shattered mother
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
