There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We all need happiness, and I believe strongly, it can be reaped by own efforts not borrowed from others. Nature, our greatest source of happiness,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
I used to paint pretty princesses, a lot, but not anymore. I don’t think we learn much from princesses, posing helpless,
I will let the rice rot in the fields said the farmer. There is no one left to sell it to. Even the birds do not come to eat the poisoned words.
By Natalie Wilkinson9 months ago in Poets
Freak Accident guy a majestic specimen REAL Magician <3
By Diana9 months ago in Poets
Que conquistador! Ungulate Pan playing base abrosexuality A Frankenstein Man Robot piping off kids skirt buttons, Sing 🎶 dance 🎶 entertain
The Dance of the Swans They met where silence kissed the lake no music played, yet all hearts heard two shadows swept the mirrored world
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Sleeping with the Enemy I share my breath with a loaded gun his silence louder than anyone eyes shut, I count the ways a heart can bruise in thirty days
Some might say you’re on your own But I have never really felt that way Even when I am by myself I am never really alone.
By Calvin London9 months ago in Poets
All it takes is some sheer, low-cut skirt slinking Stigmatizing her subjected impact Saffron-hued heels click on curtsy ground and court
By Edward Swafford9 months ago in Poets
I am a biologist. I do not believe in an afterlife. We die, the blood curdles the heart stops, proteins begin breaking down,
I scroll through the people on my Facebook, and I see profiles, empty, no updates. I’m sure they carry struggles, maybe even more than I do,
For the Sins of My Papa They shot him at the back-end bar no flowers grew, just broken tar a whisper gone beneath the light
