There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Power shapes every choice— it can feed your light or starve it. Smooth… that’s the element of flow that keeps pressure off your mind.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Lately, I’ve been seeing Jesus everywhere Arms open, in dire need of a hug But I just had my shirt cleaned For years I declined invitations to His many homes
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
...feathered notes drawn out of my back - face-first in the midst of free-fall, I struggle against cold air. Vaulted sky above
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Poets
Some Say She Is Weird Some say she is weird her dress too dark her eyes too clear her silence sharp her smile slight a shadow moving through the night
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
And I shall stand here; My heart says I'm ready, My mind says no, My brain says go, My conscience says stay, I can't turn back,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
I can't remember— the moment it became a thing. I can't remember— the moment it became the thing. Though it was probably when I was weak,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Please Let Me Sleep And Dream Each night I turn back the time, slipping into dreams where you are still mine. your voice close enough to touch,
I found it in a chest I didn’t know I had: the fear my parents gifted me along with love, the fear they too inherited from their parents.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of the Sixties In the house of the rising sun I wait a runaway heart asking where did our love go letters lost with please Mr Postman
Crying in the Rain Crying in the rain I walk where shadows gather the house of the rising sun behind me paint it black on broken walls
Wrong Choices in life I look behind at wasted years, the roads I walked with blinded eyes. I see the choices hard and wrong,
Eden Resigned to my lot, as the man time forgot, written off, or so I thought. Like Saint Anthony to souls lost, a warm front fractured permafrost.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
