There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I refuse to be a sacrificial lamb, Butchered and burned, All for the sake of a predatory man. I will not be responsible For your weak character,
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
I Began the Search... I Sought to Find that Which Eludes Most... Who Am I? The Wise Men Claim that When You Understand Who You Are...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
How Do You Change When You Don’t Know Where to Start I stand on the edge of a moment, wondering which way to turn, the days roll by like a repeating song,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
God Walked Beside the Blind Man He lived in silent shadows, no sunrise touched his eyes. His nights were long and endless,
Some Days You're Going to Crash. It does Not Matter how Well Intentioned You Are... How Good Your Heart Is... How Successful You have Been in the Past...
Before I was born, I was more loved and stabled. After I was born, the world was more complex then I thought it was— extreme bright, loud noises, and strange things.
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Whisper It arrives lighter than lint, Yet the room leans. A breath shaped to a syllable, placed just behind my ear,
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Poets
We must search, find the Space within our hearts Deep within our soul The place where family resides And open up the door
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Velvet Distance We measure the gap in fabrics— not miles, not days, But the way silence feels when it remembers to be soft.
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Could Write A Million Words I could fill the night with ink, spill the sky with thought and fire, but even then my heart would whisper,
It was not a thing of practiced art, No movie-perfect, scripted scene. Just two bicycles, leaning hard, A space of grass, a world of green.
By The 9x Fawdiabout a year ago in Poets
