There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I'M scared; YOU'RE afraid: A non-poem of equality 3/17/26 I'm scared, You're afraid, The man is afraid.. -------------------of what you may do,
By Victor Mendez8 months ago in Poets
Unhinged The Haiku Unhinged that’s you weird Born from bad blood parents dead Psycho breathing air
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
My behavior is not always the best. Sometimes you will find me yelling, “Leave me alone.” What is that? As Sigmund Freud said,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
I wish we could spend more time together But no, even that's a lie. We could. We can. We have free will. I wish we chose what we said we wanted.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro8 months ago in Poets
Deep in the mind of the adventurous soul Rests the years of trying to be something more Always striving to reach the unattainble goal
By Jason Morton8 months ago in Poets
I’ll say it clear, for those of you way in the back: * These are not normal times. * You want to believe it’ll pass, that the pendulum will find its balance,
By David Muñoz8 months ago in Poets
In distant lands, Where contrasting flavours intersect on a dusty trail, Innocence intertwines with courage, Forging new values from timeless styles.
By Sun Bee8 months ago in Poets
She once asked me to kill her Instead of saying sorry, Who, in their right mind, would do that? Leaving me alone in the dark forest
Change. It comes unexpectedly, just like trees when the leaves change colour with the seasons, It's the light breeze that softly whispers, "I dare you," in your ears,
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
What did we do wrong Should the people have not sung Too many believe it's midnight, and we can hear the gong As the bells ring, there are things that can't be undone
I am a whore for metaphor. In poetry, that’s great. To dip bitter words in sweetness, And put it on your plate. Scarfed down like chocolate dessert,
By Mama Magdalene8 months ago in Poets
