There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The sun continues to rise Day after hellbound day ঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌঔঌ Raw eyes have run dry Every rose Long desiccated Scattered in memory of the
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Undead hordes arise I cradle my son tightly Tempting my hunger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
The façade is slipping – perhaps it’s too late, A porcelain shield that has hidden our hate Towards one another, a shroud of formality,
By Ian M. Williamsonabout a year ago in Poets
Don't wear this, Wear that instead, Don't hang with her, She's not your type, Don't cry, You're not a baby, You can't go out tonight,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
The Jigsaw Files In folders marked with fading dates, I store the ghosts of us. Laughter in compressed escapes, grief zipped in quiet trust.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I am full of colour; sometimes, my colour fades, Darkness sets in, I cry and feel low; I smile often, And I can be confident,
I didn’t even offer yet you just assume because we live in the same space that I will drop everything to take you to that place.
By B. M. Valdezabout a year ago in Poets
I thought it was my choice. One line. One spark. One deep breath. The taste of fire in my throat, the smell of diesel filling my nasal cavity.
By Autumn Stewabout a year ago in Poets
They tell me I should be strong, They say I should move on, They call me a baby when I cry, And when I'm trying, It's never enough,
You burn my soul, Just like a wild flame, You bring out my spirit, Free and untamed, My heart is wild and black, You're the positive poison,
His Cross, My Quiet He climbed the hill beneath the bruised sky, each step an echo of love. The crowd watched, torn between hate and awe,
graduated from judgement and its consequences reflections of pagan paradise alleged with eminent religion allotted for life and death subjugated
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
