There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Tap - Tap - Tap - Tap - Tap The herald of the morning breaks through the deep ink of needle pricked indigo, scented sharp, angular,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Taking away my time, and options to see sunsets, hailstones, rainbows. don’t say you gave me a job. You took away, my freedom as a human.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I want a revolution that feels like spring an absolute rebirth transformation from death I crave a revolt that feels like raindrops
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
There are Days... Yes, Many Days Indeed... Where I Think about Disappearing. What if I just... Stopped? The Days where the Pressure begins to Break Down the Walls...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
You get lost in the spectacle Of laying hands upon the broken... You forget to question the ethics... Especially if you believe in it...
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
Step 1: Spot the Disaster Smile’s fake. They’re oversharing. Time to vanish. Step 2: Glitch Hard Freeze like a bad wifi.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Maybe you will understand what I mean, Being a therapist and an older sister And one who’s turned their suffering into compassion,
By Krystalabout a year ago in Poets
I Won’t Wear Pretty Things I won’t wear pretty things for you or pull my shape to match your view don’t tuck me in, don’t trim me neat
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Love is not always the same, It can be easy, it can be difficult. Easy love is smooth, like a downstream river, a waterfall, flower meadow
Life’s journey is finite, let’s not waste it distracted. Nature is chockfull, of amazing spectacles. Practice mindfulness
Eclipse, August Second 2025 The air stiffens at noon like it knows what’s coming Birdsong cuts mid-note as the light begins to shift
Aphotic: (adjective) - a condition of being without light, particularly in the context of the ocean or other bodies of water. It specifically describes the region where sunlight doesn't penetrate, typically below a certain depth.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
