There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I was loved when I was full. ** When my chest was tight with air they called it value, called it importance, called it power.
By Aarsh Malik10 months ago in Poets
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smith10 months ago in Poets
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
A mother who can't let go is a mother who robs her child of the external experiences in life shaping, growing all the while
By Lolly Vieira10 months ago in Poets
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Attention all you would-be voters - Be you a sinker or a floater, To the townhouse you must travel. Help our problems to unravel.
By John Oliver Smith10 months ago in Poets
I hope that the next time you hurt someone you feel their pain as if it were your own. ~ That when you see their tears,
By Ophelia Keane Braeden10 months ago in Poets
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
Ladies, gentlemen, hide your children. This announcement has been a long time in the making and a long time coming. It's something I've considered so many times and attempted to address over the years.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
My soul is a lonely child... She remembers being told she's wild. She's too much to contain in a predefined box, She needs to have her wings clipped and her emotions locked.
By CT Idlehouse10 months ago in Poets
Water moves without asking permission, slips through hands with quiet precision. Money moves the same unseen way, gone by night if wasted by day.
By V10 months ago in Poets
Announcement To The Entire World You are treading on dangerous ground People are fighting far and wide And only YOU get to decide
By Susan Payton10 months ago in Poets
