There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In a deep forest, under an old oak, in a small cabin, lived an ugly witch with many warts on her face. In a nearby meadow, girls were picking berries,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Bitter Lover Haiku Your lips taste bitter lemons are your indulgence The ugly dead love
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The House,The Hoarder, AndThe Rats He never left the hallway light on just the glow of an old TV where voices bled into silence
In memory of our lost soldiers, poppies bloom, Each petal a tribute, soft whispers of the past, Tales of courage linger, where brave hearts amassed.
Ten Questions By Ross e f Lombardi ? Who am I dieting for? ? Who am I exercising for? ? Who am losing weight for? ?
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi9 months ago in Poets
. MEN WHO ARE JUST OLD CHILDREN. BY Ross E F Lombardi . There is nothing sader than a "notch on the bedpost" man Limping from one ego fix to to another,
Wasteland liars liars, one and all no truth, forked tongue lip service to appease it’s all a load of dung lies beguile, create illusion
By Alexandra Grant9 months ago in Poets
Grandma Snores and the Dog Can’t Sleep Grandma’s snoring fills the night, A roaring sound, a mighty fright. The windows rattle, the curtains sway,
The desert at night lives. A metamorphosis of the sand causes the previously stifling landscape to shift, Becoming cold, swirling drifts of heavy, tan snow,
By Maura Bernstein9 months ago in Poets
Your dinner party games Boil water in my veins. Your acting roll call Doesn’t have me fooled at all. . You talk on everything I live.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨9 months ago in Poets
Insomnia The clock ticks slow, the night stands still, My restless mind denies its will. Thoughts like whispers, soft but loud,
I. Some buried in books Some stuck to their phones. Doing what they can To drown out the little world they’re forced to sit in
By Dean Traylor9 months ago in Poets
