There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Horizons fade as twilight wraps my eyes. I am surrounded by the hopeless night. The stars have disappeared behind the clouds
By Scott A. Vancil6 months ago in Poets
You used to laugh when no one was watching. A sound needing no witness to be true. No agenda to be more than what was reflected.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher6 months ago in Poets
One of the joys of living in the Valley with my boys is the Mountain View only visible through the laundry room window.
By B.B. Potter6 months ago in Poets
There was always something off, Reactions that were wrong for the moment, Or a complete lack of them. Only an adult observing others
By Sun Bee6 months ago in Poets
It lies in wait For when You can't sleep On your own When counting breaths Feels like threats And the sound The drumming
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
Hate. Singular and pointed, Scattered and reactive, Made manifest by a million practiced acts. Care, Now whimpering and frigid,
By Kevin M Fell6 months ago in Poets
Lady of the Night Beneath the glow of fractured lamps, She walked the city’s sleepless veins, Through bitter cold and dripping damp,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
When The Fat Lady Sings There comes a moment when the ending can no longer hide, A final note hanging heavy in the air, Everything leading to this point without pause,
Beneath the unrelenting sun, all victories were worthless, exhaustion served for each meal, blossoming pains soon after.
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
I think of her when I wash my hands, remembering how she taught us proper procedure during the pandemic. * It helped that she was doing it
By David Muñoz6 months ago in Poets
I used to look at charity and love And think: Wow, altruism, legit I used to look at non-violence And think: Wow, peace!
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
I Will Wrap Myself in Your Arms Till the Day We Die I will wrap myself inside your arms, Far away from all the world’s alarms,
