There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The golden year you've waited for Arrived and here you are Just following the same routines That haven't worked, so far.
By Dana Crandell10 months ago in Poets
This message is for the top one percent The people have grown to resent Breaking their backs for slave wages You haven't begun to see what rage is
By Leslie Writes10 months ago in Poets
Feel the Need I feel it in him, a shadow crawling, hunger twisting beneath the ribs, eyes glinting where the light fails,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
In the centre of town, there's a hill. They call it Steep Hill. Climbing it is a genuine fight I'd recommend… Breathe in deeply, then out.
By Sun Bee10 months ago in Poets
~Alisha~ What it Means: A protector or advocate for people who lack voice or power * Words That Describe the Name: ALISHA
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️10 months ago in Poets
Most mornings my alarm goes off, and it’s time to rise and ✨ shine Now I roll over and take my sleeping pills, cause asleep is the only time I’m fine.
By Alaine Hay10 months ago in Poets
Some journeys begin without noise, No celebration, no cheering voice. Just a single step on an empty road, With a heart unsure of the weight it holds.
By Alexander Mind10 months ago in Poets
Garden sleeping now spring’s magic wand waves floral paradise appears. The dormant garden will wake up as the temperature rises in spring. A riot of colors will make it a floral paradise.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Tiny acorns fall belittle not, they create a vast oak forest. This season, there are many acorns beneath the oak trees. If given the right conditions, the acorn can become a forest, giving life and sustenance to many.
I flew too close to the sun trying to surpass My father and make him proud of me but my Beautiful wings melted and I got burned
By Stephanie Hoogstad10 months ago in Poets
Chionophobia The snow arrives without asking my name, it settles on roofs and cars like a held breath, my home wrapped in white, silent and still,
I was cool with playing my position because I fit Knowing full well I did not belong How did I stay the course when I was weak?
By Nathaniel Terrell10 months ago in Poets
