There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
first light my coffee cools as I braid patience thin, five strands, five tries, five counted breaths already frayed. you say…
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Swimming in Your Veins The river calls swim, and I obey. Feet slip fast, across the bones. Water curls, it pulls, it sings.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I'd been emptied out I lay barren and broken On the roadside When love fell upon me Dressed, bandaged, and Nourished me
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Man with A Scorpion’s Tail A man walks out, when others hide. The moon retreats, the air grows black. His steps are slow,
Anyone else just want some- Body in the sheets? I don’t mean somebody to sleep with I mean somebody to sleep With You could both be
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
I'm dancing at my desk, I see my studies are going well, I know I've got this!
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
The hours crawl beneath micromanaged skies, This toxic culture born and bottle fed. I long knew why the caged bird never sings;
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction It is my birthday, and I have no problem with my age increasing, but some see a birthday as a horror as they get older.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
All that remains of us is blood and bone. The bodies waste away, the souls go home. We Heaven-sent of demon-blood have flown
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote this song for everyone who has felt the emotional pain of narcissistic abuse, bullying, bigotry, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, & meanness from other situations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets
Not knowing what to say The feeling of desperation Searching for inspiration to fall to the pages Not wanting to lose hope in the creative process
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
