There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Collapsed Starheart Last night, the sky folded inward like an apology learning its grammar. Somewhere above the roofs, a bright certainty failed politely,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
We are not so united anymore, split into different states of reality one where there is a clear atrocity, a symbol of our country one-third demolished,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
I fear I no longer act in kindness because it is kind or because I am I fear I am now acting in kindness out of anger For what else should I feel seeing a mother and child sitting on the street begging for money
By Donny Foleyabout a year ago in Poets
THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT THE STARE ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT Return from the Underground
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
We sought—what, we did not know, but we were lost and never found. We fought—with ourselves but didn’t grow to turn our lives around.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
I am Epimetheus, Titan of Hindsight I now have the knowledge of what the Gods did To my wife and me, to humanity They unleashed evil upon the world
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
So civilised are we In this concrete construct, Patiently queueing from cradle to grave. So socialised are we That only when we choose to look away
By LilyRoseabout a year ago in Poets
Scales Are Never Kind Scales are never kind, they glare with cruel precision, cold numbers on a plastic face, deciding how I feel.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
close - your eyes for a brief moment give me - your hand for a spell, a while do you - feel my heart? beating do you - understand?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Born into the luxury of ownership 🪞 Each feature, a foundation. Grab your palette💄correct, perfect that facade After you've worked some magic, return for an evaluation
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Time’s Second Language I learned the first language early— calendar grammar, clock syntax, The verb that ticks. ~~ But time keeps a second tongue,
She Is Mysterious She is mysterious, she reads the quiet shadows, she walks where whispers bloom, she knows beyond the veil,
