There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
They imagine me in fragments- a mouth without a voice, eyes emptied of history, a body pared down to surfaces. They linger longest on what shines and glows that can be stripped of weight. They focus on what can be smoothed until it no longer resists and names it lovely.
By Bailey11 months ago in Poets
I found a whole world in the cracks of the sidewalk Tiny snails living whole lives under our feet You said, "I can’t imagine living my whole life constantly afraid of being stepped on."
By Felix McCann11 months ago in Poets
Peace Is All I Wanted Peace is all I wanted, nothing more, Not riches, not a crown, not perfect days. Just quiet in my chest when night falls down,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
They fight their bitter wars - in desperation to be the one to raise the dead from the city streets. . Yet the dead stay in slumber,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨11 months ago in Poets
When the trumpets fade When the marching stops When the drums are silent When the chants are ended When the riots cease
By Alexander McEvoy11 months ago in Poets
My spouse fulfilled his vow, I have a sunny in-ground garden now. But before that, I did not. I had a little patio, yet I maintained there,
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
I saw the Milky Way on the path to our room under the dark skies of East Africa an arc so difficult to see when home with the light pollution of
By Andrea Corwin 11 months ago in Poets
Sickness is the worst jail, and it is wise to avoid, at all costs. It is possible, if we follow some rules. eat wholesome, homemade food,
Thoughts, prayers, warm hearts Acts of neighborly service maintain heated hearths K.B. Silver ⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊⋆
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Poison in a Bottle Poison in a bottle, labelled something sweet. Warnings printed far too small, to notice underneath. I took a sip believing,
My kid is six plus, but her knowledge of the natural world is far beyond her age. There is a reason, of course. I teach consciously
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs. Add yoghurt and a dash of guilt
By Sun Bee11 months ago in Poets
