There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Life’s lantern illuminated my path In visuals of dancing cherry blossoms, Swaying to the rhythm of the silent wind Amid alternating waves of turmoil and glee.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
When life keeps you guessing Throwing curve balls to catch you off your game When the going gets tough And we are pushed to our limits
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
The Stair to Heaven The stair is white, it climbs the air. It bends through clouds, it hums with fire. Each step is carved, with names of stone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The River of Black Glass It runs beneath, the broken hills. A river wide, of shattered glass. Its surface shines, with frozen fire.
Love thy neighbor, unless they speak a different language. Only if they conform to what you like. Got your nose tucked behind a bible,
By Ashley Limaabout a year ago in Poets
The Dead Awake The grave is cracked, the stones are torn. The lids of wood, are split and raised. The earth exhales, the soil shakes.
The boy who cried AI standing proud in the comments, thought himself so clever. As if he alone could tell what was “real”
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Poets
Drawn out of the darkness I saunter, curious, into the Shimmering night Inhale parching heat Thoughtlessly Bathe in the flickering light
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Gate of Ash The gate is wide, yet no one dares enter. Its towers burn, without a flame. The ground is black, the stones are torn.
Look upon a weary world, and call it what you will I name it split, torn apart, and on the brink of broken brimmed with hatred, fearful now, replete with hearts unopen
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Poets
Death is just a bit too much, isn't it? — Cliché? Overstated? Not the point, is it? — Death weighs heavy on my mind today
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I said Fuck it Let's do it anyway Forget the hesitations Let's run through red lights To get ahead of the queue Taking its time to decide.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
