There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
my mother says “you’re just like me!” and my heart sinks, because I know how much she hates herself.
By Alys Revna7 months ago in Poets
Frozen in space as time moves around her, like a glacier constantly fed but never melted. Stuck to the fear, thick as molasses;
By Amanda Starks7 months ago in Poets
The eagle is a vulture now, circling the neon rot of the strip, where liberty is a coupon code pressed between a thumb and a thirsty lip.
By Meko James 7 months ago in Poets
Please let this be a nightmare.. 🌀 You are tucked up in bed, Drained from daily-existence, The floor rumbles, Your butt clenches,
By Grz Colm7 months ago in Poets
The days of untroubled quiet in a tension-free body and mind are rare. Life is not simple or easy, and many times, not even fun.
By Andrea Corwin 7 months ago in Poets
memorially broken pieces sensorially spectral or shrapnel remnants shards create charades façades fragmental particles
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
George Eliot: "It is never too late to be what you might have been." — Suburban Tourist - The time spent — nay wasted — won't come back
i moved back to the city. the city where i never grew up. the city that doesn't know me, or my legal name, but that knows the family that gave it to me.
By kp7 months ago in Poets
The modern mind oft awestruck, by constructs of old. - Stopping and staring lost for words, struggling to conceive. -
By Alexander Stoddart7 months ago in Poets
It's bad luck to lean against the machine, Bad luck to smudge the paint on her curves. Worse luck to run fingertips through her
By Silver Daux7 months ago in Poets
You don't like what I eat, Or, My weight. You hate my attitude, Thank you very much, I'd say it creates my solitude! You hate my hair,
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
in Palestine, the morning begins with prayer, Allāhu akbar a single thread rising through the smoke, weaving a tapestry of worship—
By Sara Little7 months ago in Poets