There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The open room swirled its inhabitants around as though they were merely droplets of mouthwash. Each one was bent double, their heads buried within screens,
By Reece Beckett9 months ago in Poets
Immigrant life, foreign soil exotic flora and fauna, but I wanted connection, something genuine, so, I can understand them,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Why is it that my only choices as a woman in love are either to be fucked well or understood?
By Mikayla Rose9 months ago in Poets
We Leave Behind Trash The street looks untidy this morning, crumpled cups, the sigh of yesterday’s food. Blue trash bags lurk by the closed shop doors,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Daffodils The daffodils push through the soil together, yellow finding its way out of the dark. They rise without ceremony or doubt,
Asthmatic attack at the heights on mountain peaks, Allergy to lies .
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
Sunset time, I was coming from a local park, crow cawing sound in the air. I looked at an enormous bare sycamore, glowing in the amber light.
They were siblings, they grew in the same mother womb, carried the same surname, but their mindsets varied. as they picked different influences.
God forbid I admit I don’t always know what I’m doing. God forbid I stop pretending I’m fine. I learned early how to pray with clean hands,
By John Smith9 months ago in Poets
You used to love February— your Groundhog Day Birthday, the month when love arrived in birthdays' bursts and spurts. Your sister—three years, three days younger.
By Lana V Lynx9 months ago in Poets
I usually stay out of political arguments. Not because I don’t care, but because what I care about feels bigger than sides.
By Alicia Melnick 9 months ago in Poets
The Tree Still Knows My Name The tree stands wide with stories in its arms, roots holding hours the earth refused to lose.
