There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Everything is a choice, I went to the market, saw shelves full of delicious desserts, tempting to the tongue, quick dopamine guaranteed
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Final judgement in permanent limbo Broken-backed, I endured in vain Collapsed under the weight Of self-actualization I hacked my way free
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
Throat choked, sweat-soaked lines; Fingers primed—fingers prising. Primal sound: release.
By Claire McAllen9 months ago in Poets
"My generation is the best, All above the rest! The good old days you didn't see I don't care if you're X, Y or Z They're all kids to me
By Domi9 months ago in Poets
The Tree Man Is there really a man who lives in a tree, Watching, maybe looking at you and me? Is it all just made up in my head,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
That day, after breakfast I sat at the table. I did not move, no distractions, but played with colors, skillfully gliding the brushes,
PART 4 OF LIVING IN THE LIGHT, LIVING WITH THE LIGHT PHOTO BY VICKI I TOOK THIS Living in the Light (micro version) I live in the light now.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
This is part four of the series: LIVING IN LIGHT, LIVING WITH LIGHT VICKI's PHOTO I TOOK THIS Light & Love I carry light and love wherever I go.
This is part three of the series: LIVING IN THE LIGHT, LIVING WITH THE LIGHT PEACE TO ALL! META Choosing Peace Peace is a choice I make every day.
Walking Softly I walk softly now. Not out of fear out of intention. My steps are quiet, my heart is steady, and I move through the world without leaving harm behind.
Wrinkles And Other aged problems Wrinkles, wrinkles in my skin, they wave when I say hello, They gather round my laughter lines and proudly let it show,
Faces Haunting My Closed Eyes At Night The room goes quiet when the light is gone, And I lie there staring into nothing. I close my eyes to find some rest,
