There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
UN-conscious, must protect oneself at all costs, So as not to be seen for all they truly are - The other remembers who they were, but can’t pull them back,
By Grz Colmabout a year ago in Poets
The narc can-not show who they really are, or else their egregious mask would split – the poisonous vitriol smatter far, ignorant of all sides, will not submit.
Go on, make that cuppa, Don't forget I like mine with sugar! Dance with me, Whether you're taken or not, Life is better when fun is three!
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I will not go willingly into the dark, Where the light hasn't shone in years. I will not comply with those who mean me harm--
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
The Gate of Hellfire A gate of flame, stands sharp and wide. Its hinges scream, its doors are red. The smoke escapes, the ground is charred.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I sewed on lashes smudged a rosy hue over pale sunken cheeks memorized my scripts dutifully spoken through painted cracked lips
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Monkey in Red She walks the path, her heels click sharp. A bag of fire, swings from her arm. Her eyes are stern, her mouth is thin.
As far back into the past as I dare remember I have always found myself trapped inside me — My brain my brain my brain my brain has locked me somewhere between woe
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Murderous Thought It creeps in dark, it bends the mind. It waits for night, it waits for still. It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
Black tar streets and walls of concrete. Tower blocks tower — from a crack in the sidewalk grows a bouquet of flowers. Soft-looking, delicate,
By jl woodabout a year ago in Poets
Teleidoscope vision, fractured in image; see things all ways, but split up and twisted, complete disarray — is there something I’m missing?
Within moments, night-time flees through the penumbral shadows. The cone of a single torchlight pierces the dark, creating daylight glows.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
