There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
My Child I watched you sleep beneath the fading light, your small chest rising with each fragile breath. The world feels heavy beyond these walls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
On a quiet corner on the outskirts of town Sits a man with a crumpled brow How he got it and where from, We will probably never know
By Calvin London11 months ago in Poets
who am I once identity is stripped away when labels such as mother, sister, daughter, or even woman disintegrate what is left
By Lolly Vieira11 months ago in Poets
The root is where my heart starts and grew —- My heart beats, my veins flow, my blood rise… it went through my soul, entirely—
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Poets
The Burning Leaf of Love Two bodies lean into each other like a confession, Her head resting against his back with longing,
Your words, mean, are meant to hurt. Sticky, they stay with me like a stain. Unable to wash them away, they soak into the fabric of my being.
By Katie 11 months ago in Poets
The Stone Faces I wandered through a garden where silence had weight, Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,
On the lake shore stood an apricot, in spring’s glory, Loaded with blooms. It was spectacular! But came autumn, And followed wildfire,
By Seema Patel11 months ago in Poets
The nerve of the sun To criticize the moon's light His own reflection
By Alicia Moreno11 months ago in Poets
I took my kids on a neighborhood Christmas lights–watching walk. It was festive and free good and fun, sure. But, the air quality was not nice.
What Men Hides Inside Men cry too, but they do it late, when rooms go quiet, when no one can hear. Men break open, in ways unseen,
Were I to tell you, would you still stand where now you do? Would you pause to consider all that flows around you? Around you and through you. Changing you continuously.
