There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Falling From Grace Once I stood. In light. Chosen. Crowned. But grace slips. It falls. It breaks. I reached too far.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Life alone is no life at all Community builds our strength It brings us home The creation of creatives Gives us strength to live our lives
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn Breathes Golden leaves descend Robins hum a gentle tune Autumn breathes softly
See me fall pretty la petite mort, mort d'amour ripped foliage bare * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: This is doing double duty for both the Falling Leaves and Haunted Echoes challenges.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Mycelium blooms Decomposers, destructors Balance corrupted ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
awakened from an eternity of slumber basking in the light of a vibrant flame the day has come where I have risen no longer merely existing
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
I put my trust in real men, and it filed for bankruptcy. Every “not like other guys” is just chapter one in the same tired trilogy.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
There’s an emptiness inside of you There’s a comfort in the callous When you have nothing else to hold on to There’s power in your malice
By vibrant ghostabout a year ago in Poets
as the last red leaves, these evil days shall away, a weak'ning shadow
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
The Most Haunted Mansion The mansion stands, no birds fly there. Windows blind, doors forever shut. Ivy crawls like veins,
There used to be a million hearts in this jar, A life so fulfilling, where loved had once lived for eternity; Now, There is nothing,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I'm dying to live again Prophecy is never a moment in hindsight I've been bitten by so many boy souls I've lost count Scratching deep is still not part of my sleep, must be yours
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
