There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Why am I here? It’s simple enough to distill such thoughts into a Sartrian debate But presently I prefer to pass on such human interactions
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Claiming a predator’s strength, while preaching kindness you’d never extend, you lash out at everything that you are. Decades and dollars lost in the effort to lift you from the depth you furiously dig towards with every action, as you cry your entitlement to happiness and declare your role heroic in its dormancy.
By R. Byerabout a year ago in Poets
The weight of unity bends under selfish hands, but never breaks. Moments spent with those we truly love will always outshine
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t take the nasty remarks to heart. Don’t even hear them. They are ignorant. ____________________________________________________
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Never Kid a Kidder You can smile and play your game you can talk like you know the score but I have walked that road before
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Cross The hill is quiet under a wide sky grass moving slow in the wind shadows stretching far and thin The wood stands worn and splintered
The Latin wisdom told long back— mens sana in corpore sano— which means, a sound mind, in a sound body. But in the clutter of the modern world,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Dead Poets of Society They spoke in the quiet of empty halls words meant for those who still dream for the restless who cannot sleep
Mam Made Jam Butties Mam made jam butties for our pic nic we had no meat no cakes to share she wrapped them in paper soft and thin
I am a bio-researcher, a gardening lover, and now a mother, so I use my learnings, for better parenting, let me show you one.
If the clock weighs heavily upon you, you cannot lift the pressure by achieving more faster and faster, like a caged hamster
The Angry Naughty Little Boy He stands with arms tight across his chest eyes like thunder ready to break his mouth a line that will not move
