There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
italics - men's perspective bold - women's perspective I hope she looks like she does in her profile pic. I hope he's actually nice and treats me with respect.
By CT Idlehouse8 months ago in Poets
Introduction Just a bit of observational fun in a humorous ghazal before I go to Scotland. The music is "Down and Out", the best song from "And Then There Were Three" and appropriate for this (in my opinion) by Genesis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
My Sheeba, the Star of Our Hearts In the golden glow of afternoon light, Sheeba, the corgi, was a joyful sight. With a wagging tail and spirit so free,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
there's more of us than there is of them but no one wants to go first yet something has to happen before it gets a whole lot worse
By Bren8 months ago in Poets
In Her Sister’s Shadow She stood behind bright laughter. Her sister gathered the light. Rooms turned to the shining one.
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira8 months ago in Poets
Empty chairs and morning haze, Every life a journey, Too much sitting silent, Things to do before we fly, Take time to chat a spell,
By Jamye Sharp8 months ago in Poets
Inspired by the ROCK: If the world smiled Humanity would be the fucking plaque Colonizing every surface The popcorn kernel chipping its teeth
By Sean A.8 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
The Girl Who Never Played Outside She stood beside the quiet doorway, Watching dust rise from running feet. Children chased the wide afternoon,
Clearly beyond rationality exists the world Relentless shadows of terror screams Stockholm, cyclical, necessary, human, addiction.
By Mo Darasi8 months ago in Poets
The Weight That Walks Beside Me Morning arrives, yet light feels thin and distant. The air moves slowly through a restless room.
