There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It is not enough just to close the tab but to understand the hollow it tries to fill inside you. You do not have to understand the science
By The 9x Fawdiabout a year ago in Poets
We live in a world that breeds dolls made of porcelain and then throws them on the sidewalk until they’re shattered beyond recognition
By Mallory Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Always shaken, but not stirred. I try playing cool, like double-oh-seven would do. I wait at the bar, looking for my Bond girl.
By Dean Traylorabout a year ago in Poets
Lady Who Was Hung She died in silent hours, her warmth began to fade. No soul was there to witness, except a frightened maid.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
humankind is a subjectivity to strangeness a sense of knowing a desire to have it all an absurdist chance an unbearable burden
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
I wanted to write a bright and uplifting poem about the light of our world, the solar lantern in the sky, the sun. ~ — to give sombre illumination
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
So, how about we Sow something positive? Sew seams that bind us? *** A/N: Just something that came to me this morning. Never waste a haiku, right? Thanks for reading!
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Don't tell me you're a millionaire, I really don't care, Don't buy me fancy clothes, They are not my style, (Eye roll) Yes;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
It is not enough just to speak your truth but to express with comprehension. You do not have to understand why the world is
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
The Seven Wonders I walked the earth to find its stories, to feel the breath of ancient stone, I traced the steps of distant dreamers,
The Snake She Holds The poison she holds coils in silence. It slithers through the air like a snake. Her words are venom hidden in velvet.
I Am the Dark You Made I waited in the jaws of silence, a wounded thought beneath the skin, the world once closed its eyes upon me,
