There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Lionesses Win for England They ran, they fought, they would not fall in shirts of red, they gave their all with grit beneath each measured pass
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I just shouldn’t look, I know it’s all shit But my midbrain is cooked From these dopamine hits Overstimulated! Willingly inundated
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
A colorless, flammable, volatile liquid gets mixed and slathered By an animated brush, deepening the burgundy on the pout of an animated pooper and
By Joyce Plair-Jordanabout a year ago in Poets
Hey friends! Welcome to my first prompt. I’m lucky that I am a photographer and can pull images from my phone camera reel that can pass as something charming to accompany my little poems.
By Aspen Marie about a year ago in Poets
"Rest in Peace the Pope, the Queen, and Betty White, Used to watch them all on T.V. But then time. flew. by. I think I became a relic on the day that
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
Rule number one is to be yourself! Why risk being somebody new? You want their eyes off of you? You want to disappear? You already have!
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Feeling inspired searching for inspiration how fickle is the mind
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
It is oft proclaimed, that chivalry is dead, aye, that may be so, for what is chivalry but a list of virtues, not easily followed.
Clutching at the mask as though we need it to breathe, we pull it tighter and tighter. It fuses with our face. It fits so tight that soon the skin grows over it
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Much of my days go into childcare. Sometimes it's annoying, but mostly satisfying. Across the street lived a woman my age
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I kinda just don't want to do this anymore even though that's a sucky thing to say ~ even though I know I'd be missed I'd still rather not do this
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
When we grow up, we may add imagery to our skin in the form of tattoos. Yet, as we grow, our skin may form imagery all on its own.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
