There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Distant flurries of wild colours. - Reds, blacks and greys carved closer surroundings. - I struggled, treading water, baking beneath
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Came To Help At 4am The road was empty, silent, frozen still, At 4am where breath turned into smoke, My hands were shaking on that broken wheel,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
you're a shit writer but you make a good muse because I've been full of fire and you just lit the fuse You think I’m inauthentic
By Raine Fielder7 months ago in Poets
I haven't written anything in a long time and it's because, as of right now, I've run out of creative ways to express my frustration. And then, I decided, I don't need to be overly creative to express any of what I'm feeling.
By Donny Foley7 months ago in Poets
Easter Prayer Haiku Good Friday peace prayer Lord Jesus bring peace and love Into wicked hearts #Marie381Uk #facebookpoets #twitter #instergrampoets #poetry #poet #viral #poetrymagazine #www #helpmegrow #likeandread
Weather The Sea Storms The sea does not wait, it does not ask if you are ready, it rises when it rises, and you are left to face it
If Only I Could Turn Back Time If only I could turn back time, I would step lighter on that forked road, the one turn I took,
These guys are not necessarily smarter than me actually not, just luckier, in the right time, right place, their l attitude is different.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
It's coming Starting showing signs Emotional swings Annoyance rises Noises get louder and harder to ignore It's coming
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
When one is raised by hypocrisy, Is it irony to become a hypocrite? Or is that just the natural progression The way people grow
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets
We used to say, “I disagree” And still we would be friends Try that today, I guarantee That friendship likely ends There was a time if people fought
By Earl W. Pearl7 months ago in Poets
The Robin Who Loved Humans He did not fear the open hand, nor tremble at the human breath, he stood where voices gathered close,
