There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The gaps we left to let light in let smoke through and blacked out the room. - My cracking lips made way for blood rather than words
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
Bitter truths lie scattered Red-bottom stilettos pause Tectoni loafers advance, Grating the grain— Oak laths echo retreating beats Dime-store Hush Puppies shift Folded clubs thrust forward Pacing fury lunges— Deflected, not denied. Loaded vinyl absorbs the crash Staccato rests at entry Subliminal glares speak Held in sharp contempt— Dismissed without distinction. Raw beams mimic grit in retreat Platinum circles weigh heavy Forged in unspoken trust Shielded in abundance Duty sealed in diamond coffers— Crafted mahogany closes silence
By Ms Jade 6 months ago in Poets
I loathe a campaign even more than I hate a fucking parade, unless it’s a Pride Parade— those are actually worth the crowds
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
I've grown sick of the word "quiet," the way it appears quietly inserting itself where it doesn't belong, but it isn't quiet at all; it's loud.
By Kay Husnick6 months ago in Poets
Past Life Echo Haiku I recall past lives names I never speak aloud ghosts stay within me #Marie381Uk 2026
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Pen That Magicked Poems Onto Paper It sleeps inside a cracked case waiting for breath to return ink thick as forgotten vows
The Body That Remembered Dance I slipped beneath thought without warning This memory had been waiting for years and finally found the opening to return
The Mirror That Remembered Me The mirror changed each time I walked away, Its surface held expressions not my own, One night I caught a woman dressed in black,
A hot Southwest summer, the ranchero toils in the agave field, wielding the coa is hard work. He eats his tortilla and salsa,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Eyes That Never See The Truth Blindness does not always mean no sight Sometimes eyes work perfectly well Still people wander away from light
enchanted garden to recharge from stress each day to feel tranquil peace. Note: A garden is a place to heal and to find peace.
I read a comment While bursting in a song: @pablolealleal665818 hours ago“made me feel like a proud catholic croatian woman and im an spanish guy”
By Diana6 months ago in Poets
