There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
1000 fps . Artist Canvas Observe . Golden-ocher-grey smeared all above. Ridge center Submerged In sea and sky. Before, before….before…
By Diana10 months ago in Poets
Hey, hey, Trooper Bob LeMay / Remember when celebrity became you for a day? Rebranded yourself / as a contrarian cunt, paid with your life /
By Chris Z10 months ago in Poets
After the wedding, we were visiting his relatives in nearby villages. That's someone’s backyard part of a river meanderd,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
In the USA these days, people can't retire early, I see, those in 70s and 80s, still reporting to work. The rent, and food,
both three birds covered by paint and drowning dog in same palette My life a sinners gaze for saint both of laughter canvas and despair
My fellow human beings, The world spins on. Yesterday was frightening, but the world spins on. It feels eons ago, since the world spins on.
By Noelle Spaulding 10 months ago in Poets
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadma10 months ago in Poets
"They listen to my voice" Hearing and speech. Ear and lip of aliens. Pre Duet Pre Dialogue Monologue Intermezzo… Body language
today, the government issued a warning to all would-be poets and writers. here are its contents in their entirety. may all writers heed these words, as they make the difference between being read and the most terrible fate of all:
By kp10 months ago in Poets
The Clutter in My Mind Why do we hoard the clutter in our heads? Why do we let it crawl inside our hearts, play with our emotions,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Gallows Wait For Me I sit here on my bed, Ready to face the gallows. For something I never did. Cold-blooded murder? No.
A green cocoon hung from my grandfather’s bicycle. I watched, wide-eyed, as he whispered to me about what was happening in there.
By Mezmur10 months ago in Poets
