There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
when did it become a political statement to uphold the sanctity of life? to say out loud genocide is a godless crime ⋆｡𖦹°💥*ੈ✩‧💣°𖦹｡⋆
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
I wake up to an explosion outside thin walls rumbling and cracking under pressure. - My tired body falls out out of bed
By Reece Beckett8 months ago in Poets
Served up a feast Took hours to make, at least It was a full ten-course meal Full of seasoning and herbs Called a masterpiece, displaying some nerve
By Mother Combs8 months ago in Poets
There’s no animal chasing me No immediate threat But I can’t rest There’s no gun to my head It just feels like it And I’m trapped
By Leslie Writes8 months ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
One Bottle Of Beer Ruined My Life It started small, a harmless sip, A laugh, a night, a careless dare, The world was light, the air was thin,
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
Life Extinction First the bees went, their hum replaced by a stillness that rang in the ears like grief. Then the rivers slowed,
S, M, and H Also known as giving your head a shake It’s an action, quite simple But often treated as laughable In the online world, at least
By Snarky Lisa8 months ago in Poets
🐰🐰🐰 Spring represents a cycle of rebirth, you see. A day about my Resurrection overshadowed by a damn bunny. Please do your research and say a prayer,
By Rain Dayze8 months ago in Poets
I have many degrees, high quality, but no job, situations did not allow it. And I am also repelled by being tethered to a cubicle,
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
