There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The day I Went Cat Fishing I went out cat fishing, full of cheer, Thought I would land something out here. Rod in my hand, I gave it a swing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Tea That Poisoned the Poet The cup was waiting, still as a held breath, resting on pages that whispered in ink, a quiet invitation dressed in warmth,
The feel of paper seems to be going away. Pixels will be king.
By Julie Lacksonen7 months ago in Poets
Cold Room at the Top of the Stairs There is a room above the house, where warmth refuses to stay inside, no matter how long the fire burns,
He speaks through his groin in the pale morning for the sake of leaving sparkling sperm on his man’s feet in the spartan room made for gods and
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 months ago in Poets
Early April evening; New York balcony Spiritual download: Kafka KAFKA KAFKA... I know the name somewhat. Generalities; not enough
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
When did accepting Jesus as my savior mean I had to have the devil as my president? Someone who thinks the road to paradise is paved in actual gold and wants to pocket the bricks. Someone who, when he tells you he won’t make it to Heaven, you can take him at his word. For once.
By Sean A.7 months ago in Poets
"Do you really want to ruin a man's life over this?" He asks with no hint of sympathy. "What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?"
By CT Idlehouse7 months ago in Poets
We are all so full of bravado, accepting of what comes Every day we expect to wake up and go to sleep Each day we work and sometimes play
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
Wrapped Round Molly‘s Paw She waits with her chin on the edge of the world, Soft eyes lifted, quiet, and bright, A small beating heart in a coat of black,browns & white,
The Mouth That Does Not End There is a scream that never leaves the throat, it folds inward, deeper than breath, a mouth opening into another mouth,
Psychic is My Voice There are currents running through my mind, Not mine alone, yet I carry them, Signals that arrive without warning,
