There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Fridge Cereal In a bowl the night before, I mixed a little, then added more, Oats and fruit all tucked away, Waiting quietly for the day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
He was and remains the greatest guy ever Believe me I’ve never seen anything like it Arrogance that goes on forever Promises to make huge changes
By Alexandra Grant5 months ago in Poets
Yesterday Open to regret Until today ends Dare the past Overshadow the future Never 'Til the final die is cast. Trepidation at thoughts Anchored without sound Knowledge Eking out slow sorrow Acceptance lay in Narrowing prospects Yielding Tasteless fruit Harvested in Ignorance Nullifying Growth Will the time Infused in every sinew Temper random seeding 'til it Holds? You are given now Options before us, Unaware When tomorrow dawns Honest in its recording Every bite in gluttony Numbs satiety Yet Our choices Uncover futility Designing to live Immortal in Eternity.
By Ms Jade 5 months ago in Poets
You light the candle at both ends Eventually it will burn you The rapidly dripping wax will scorch your hand But you keep holding on
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
Lovin’ the Open Road Cruising the highway I’m a techno fiend You can feel the power Of my mean machine A motor carriage
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Poets
I’ve tried to explain that it traumatizes me, but my trauma has been declared insignificant, irrelevant. I should shut the fuck up and become a dance floor in a mosh pit, let the whole goddamn world slam dance on me.
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
A lack of educational groundingfeels Unintentionally liberationalwhat comes next is not expositoryscoundrels We. Wonder.
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
The Morning After I woke to the sound of nothing at all, Just a stare from across the room, Feathers tangled in every direction,
Softly Whispering You Love Me Softly whispering you love me, In the silence of the night, Your gentle words drift through my soul,
There is no yesterday There is no today My brain still looks to the future As myopic as it now is There is no next week
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Taking the Bullet for Someone Else’s Crime I took the bullet for your crime The scraps you dropped beside the floor, You walked away with clean hands raised,
sovereignty on the page syntax reclaimed and cluttered with details growth doesn't always come with age indeterminant, turbulent outcomes
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
