There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It feels like the weather is playing yo-yo. A few days back it was cold and dusty, desert winds blowing. Today, it feels like a heat wave.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Across two shadows cast by time, Two systems rise in different light— One born in chains of ownership, One forged in rules of state and right.
By Press Release 8 months ago in Poets
Love has become so cheap, With the click of a button A heart appears on the screen. ❤️ And just as quickly is lost in the cacophony of words, images, memes.
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'. Its words still hold true, always will.
I have no inheritance from my parents’ side, not from my in-laws’, not much anyway, no straight-forward, with many claimers.
Say It Plainly Challenge - Write a poem that states its central concern directly without metaphor, indirection, or symbolic substitution.
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Poets
imagine feeling everything pangs 0f infinite gn0stic hunger bef0re, after, during thinly in the brain aut0cannibalized by the mind
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
