There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
She reluctantly steps up to the plate, The next batter out of sheer necessity, The world throwing her a curve ball after curve ball,
By Colleen Millsteed 12 months ago in Poets
Wildfire; Flickers in the distance, small enough to ignore. They hum with the warmth of belonging, and dance like celebration on the hills far away.
By W. Joe O'Banion12 months ago in Poets
so free so young so fragile so confused the society we live in today makes it hard to be confident strips young woman of their esteem
By Lusaniey 12 months ago in Poets
Love in the Quiet Dawn I woke to the thought of you, As if morning whispered your name, The sky felt wide with promise, The world felt safe again.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
CAST YOUR EYES UP AT ME GAZE AND ADORE, WORSHIP FOR I AM WHITE, MALE AND STRAIGHT ~ I DO NOT CARE, NO EMPATH NO SIMP FOR YOUR FEELINGS
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
The first of the rooms—a spectacular view— Nearly stole my breath today. Mounted on the wall—untouched and pure— Are symbols lost to modern day:
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
This morning the sanctuary glowed like nothing in the world was burning. Sunlight braided itself through stained glass, the choir breathed out hope in less-than-perfect harmony—
By SUEDE the poet12 months ago in Poets
The One Who Never Returned I waited by the old window, Where your shadow last was seen, The sky turned grey with longing,
Stunted Shallowly rooted Trimmed and shaped by Another’s hand ☀️🪴⋆˚࿔ Years of training-box-bound restriction Left me a meager, spindly trunk and branches
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
I Don’t Know You I don’t know you and never could, your face drifts like fading light. I walk past empty rooms where strangers wait
My hands aren't made to touch you... My arms aren't meant to hold babies. My legs aren't made to open for you. My pussy ain't the place for your decrees.
By CT Idlehouse12 months ago in Poets
There are those in this world who struggle With obsessions on the double Whether large or small, harmless or not They seem to put them through troubles
By Snarky Lisa12 months ago in Poets
