There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Moon I once adored you, I thought your beauty The grandest In The sky But lately I’ve come to realize In my heart I never loved you
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Full Moon Some will swoon I was hoping by noon you will be a balloon nothing more than a halfmoon ~ Atleast every third moon
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
You rise indolently- half of you smiles. The other drifts behind shadow, whispering something about the darkness, or the light.
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
Rust-Tasting Hope I’ve drunk from chipped enamel cups, from faucets lined with red, from pipes that coughed up yesterday and iron in the bread.
Dearest Moon, You who wear silver wisdom upon your skin, You who pull the tides and cradle the secrets of women I write to you with reverence,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
The Soft Apocalypse The world did not explode on cue or split along its spine; It frayed in little tender ways—like yours and sometimes mine.
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked the lanes when night was near, His eyes like glass, his voice unclear. A hat pulled low, his coat too wide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness A Mythic Protest OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRODUCTION ADOBE FIREFLY He came with a smile and a borrowed book,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Night of Gentle Light The streets were still and silvered, a calm swept through the air, a single star was burning, and peace was everywhere.
When Mirrors Blink Some mornings, glass forgets my face and gives me someone new— a version half a frame to the left, a shade the wrong-hued you.
