There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
You said at dinner, with a smirk on your face, That I’ve been molding young minds out of place. You called me the villain, a quiet deceiver,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Tell me, what kind of world have we built where a man’s body still lies warm on the floor, and the first instinct is not silence,
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets
Hurrying Our Love Too Fast, Too Soon We hurried when we met, like fire across dry grass. Our hearts were wild with longing,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
Rub My Feet Dear Jo Rub my feet dear Jo, they ache from endless day. The ground has taken all of me, and left me tired and sore.
A recent Statista Research Department study showed That over 80% of Trans people in this country Have considered suicide At some point in their lives
By Jebus! about a year ago in Poets
The low roar of the excited fans Waiting for the music to start The story they’ve been waiting for The anthems they sing
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
empire's red, harsh, and inescapable hue. leaves spiral and die, too. AUTHOR'S NOTE: the title and subtitle are quotes from felix salten's short story "two leaves" in which two leaves discuss their imminent fall and demise.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
The reasons for doing military service are many. The vast majority choose it out of duty, love of country, sincere conviction to defend
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
"You have to dream before your dreams can come true." I woke with a— some kind of feeling in the soles of my feet as they hit the board at the end of the bed.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
