social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
What do they do? Live.
Day in and day out with no fear and no doubt we watch these little figures dance in the TV they live and they prance Your face begs to question
Tyler C DouglasPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Beauty of Writing
Words appearing in my mind, scattered like puzzles Reflecting on memories, reflecting on my biggest hopes Imagination in writing is nowhere near weird, it is amazing
Diani AlvarengaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsColumbus-Columbia-Concubine
wig shops line Main Street and what comes to mind is our founding fathers patriarchal gods adorned with tendrils rights taken away
Kayla Frances MurrayPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
twenty-twenty II
My dad told me how to live May you be blessed with all that is good for your mind, body, and soul and I told him how not to die
Kayla Frances MurrayPublished 8 months ago in Poets Cathartic Release
Overlooked again Underappreciated? Maybe? maybe not * Won't let it hold me Back, down or out from trying I'll dust myself off
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in Poetsqueso talk.
These men in high places they build high walls hoops to jump through then their own walls fall but be careful who you speak your truth to
chase d hanselmanPublished 8 months ago in PoetsDesk Escape
In my cubicle, I sadly sit, With paperwork stacked, a towering pit. My boss is grumpy, the workload immense, I dream of a break, it just makes sense.
πππ«π‘π₯π²Published 8 months ago in PoetsWoman
As a woman I sometimes wonder Am I a marvelous creation? Or Just a destruction? Why should I hustle? When Iβm not at fault.
Safira RodriguesPublished 8 months ago in Poets"Identity Unveiled: Why my surname?"
I am a human, why my surname? A label given, a heritage's claim, In letters and sounds, it's written so plain, But what's in a name, what does it contain?
πππ«π‘π₯π²Published 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
semi-charmed
where dreams once lived, terror rules the apex, unbalanced. it sleeps with me, naked in my bed, consent unsolicited. but it takes the permission, embodied by morbid desires
βΈjason alanβ½Published 8 months ago in Poets I Was Hoping
i was hoping to die in my sleep last night that would have made my day but no iβm still fuckin here my breathe, my metronome of existence
A Shekel for Your Thoughts
βA shekel for your thoughts.β They may be more expansive or perhaps much cheaper from the looks of things. βDidnβt you mean, more expensive?β
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 8 months ago in Poets