There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
If they took one voice. Then another. A shout cut short. A name erased. A truth hung up then buried. And we’d feel it.
By Liz Burtonabout a year ago in Poets
we grow up chasing rainbows yet never reach that pot of gold and then we start to question everything that we were told and soon enough, uncover all the lies that we were sold
By Stephanie Hiltonabout a year ago in Poets
AI soldiers fight in wars The AI soldiers still fight in cruel wars lines of code march without pause they do not bleed they do not fear
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Christmas Wish Eighteen weeks until the bells will ring one hundred and twenty six days to sing the glow of Christmas softly near
With your mirada, You warm my corazón, You win my alma, Mi amor. When you are around, I am feliz, like a mariposa, Be it primavera or verano,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
She Sits With His Ghost she sits with his ghost in the quiet room the chair still warm where he once sat her hands cradle nothing yet everything
It is harsh, brutal in the winds of hardness to remain soft in serene gentleness. But that is what the world needs most. ___________________________________________________
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Calling all the pagans and the atheists, And the Christians who can handle it, The truth that is - Let me clear the air a bit.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
What are the Revelations? Revealing ideas or facts evaluation or evaluating the way we live valuing life as well as evaluating one's living life with
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
? SEX Question Part 1 What is femininity? By Ross E F Lombardi . What is a Woman? What is a Girl? . Is it a body? An Attitude?
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
“By the power of plush sheets, protest chants, and outlaw harmonics, I initiate this vessel. May it stream memory, sanctify chaos, and sing in denim.”
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Wishing Well I hold a coin, smooth and cold its weight familiar in my palm I lean over the well its water dark and quiet
