There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We were out, came home to see a box of cookies on our porch, left by a neighbor. We don’t interact much, though we share wall
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
It’s time for you to leave this bad situationship. You’re worth more than this unhealthy relationship. Struggling to let go of these broken pieces of time.
By Joe Patterson11 months ago in Poets
Red Number At The Casino I found a fortune with my hands in the loo. notes folded like promises all over the floor. The table smiled, green and patient,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
I write and publish, sharing my knowledge, putting time and effort which I sneak out from parenting and managing household chores.
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Poets
Shine baby shine, you’re made for glamour. Thick red carpets unroll themselves. The show goes on, has been going on for as long
By Paul Fingl11 months ago in Poets
Pale snow swirls along the neon-lit street. It clumps in piles; trampled under the feet Of passers-by as they keep to themselves,
By I. D. Reeves11 months ago in Poets
i realised i'd rather sit here on a hot laptop both of us pissin unfathomable amounts of sweat as the needle hits- THIRTY SIX
By Bren11 months ago in Poets
Poem on the Catwalk She steps where cameras are and chandeliers hang low, a red carpet unrolling like a sentence with no end.
Music Is My Heaven The notes rise and fall like waves on a quiet sea. Each chord pulls me closer to a place I cannot name.
Open the plastic lid. Inside, you'll find: machine modes, triple return rotators, dual combination locks, and synchronized cylinders.
By Sun Bee11 months ago in Poets
