There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Dazzling lights projected onto my eyes…semblance of words forming within them. Page after page I flicker through as the long hand slowly traverses through its plain of numbers. Lead filled lids tremble as they try to conjoin, but my will strengthens when I flick to the next page: I have to know what comes next.
By Mo Darasi6 months ago in Poets
🧹🧹🧹 So, I'm supposed to do it all, you say? All the errands, cleaning, and bills to pay? You may be older than me, but you aren't smarter
By Rain Dayze6 months ago in Poets
I met you deep inside a dream, Where every star began to gleam, The world felt softer in your gaze, Like endless warmth through endless days.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
She wasn’t planned, nor conceived; derived from an everlasting love. Made out of a naive confusion; and an idea, you can’t get rid of.
By Alaine Hay6 months ago in Poets
I’m just a lobster in a pot. - Boiling without protest. - Soon to be served to a salivating, suitable, suit-wearing suitor
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
I. Blue dolphins swim down on an aged and withered arm. The ancient lady so prim and proper Doesn't hide its fun, twisting, contorting under
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
I. Heard it from the mouths of cynics and critics how the real world will make me a man, take away my ideals and force me to learn.
ROCKETSHIP REPRIEVE 10-14-2021 Fascination stares deep into space Thinking to itself For God's grace.. Be I there. A lonely rock
By Victor Mendez6 months ago in Poets
Harrowing days, subtle yet searingly painful. Broken glass gently pressed into skin until it bursts, and the stream of blood is uncontrollable.
By Alys Revna6 months ago in Poets
She dies Out of ordered predation Running from vulturine strawmen Kiss the lebensraum lips and call them your own Drop her down, further, farther still, STAY
By Edward Swafford6 months ago in Poets
Cooking Up Romance Flour dust floated through warm kitchen light Music played softly that slow summer night You laughed while stirring the sauce on the stove
In a lifetime of confusion I am supposed to try to make sense Of all this senseless indecision That seems to be at my expense.
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets
