There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Birds and the Bees, the Flowers Among the Trees The birds don’t care who’s watching them they sing because they want to sing
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I miss him still Even though he left me waiting, more times than I can count on line, became his battle ground The hurtful words like punches.
Before the sun ascends Through dawn's first clouds. Hold on to the now pastel sky- Of a late November morning. Let the waking world below
By Eric Ponabout a year ago in Poets
the work of finding oneself is never easy; when done correctly, it is an exacting one. today, this work is particularly rife with issues and complications.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Love comes in many forms, It's not always rings, and roses, It comes with thorns, To truly love takes strength, It's the strongest power a human has,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
Within the walls of a heart that has already withdrawn, hidden within a vessel that is withering away, is a wish for a wishing well, to wish to bring an end to time itself‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Will you be my baby Will you be my baby hold me close when nights get cold speak the words I need to hear let your arms be where I’m whole
The Path That Leads to Nowhere I took the path that no one claims with broken signs and borrowed names a track worn down by boots and rain
Are there colors in someone’s smile? red (rouge) or pink (rose) green (vert) or Yellow (jaune) blue (bleu) and orange (orange)
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
I am proud of many things, parenting so far is one of them. I did not put any chemicals on the kids, coconut oil is the only cosmetic, I’ve used.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
"Take care of all of your memories, said Nick For you cannot relive them" - Bob Dylan ~ Scarlet skies fill my eyes with wonder, hope, and absolute horror
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Menopause I wake in sweat, not from a dream, just fire beneath my skin my bones have learned to moan at night my nerves are wearing thin
