There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The good flat Earth cuts its corners obtuse To buffer the edge 'gainst the obtuse who lose Their balance when the road drops them away
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
Once upon a time In a land faraway. The sun set on the savannahs Giving rise to a future, Free. Still unclaimed. And the river snaked through jungle and rainforest,
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
Pleasure Me Stupid Sighs of relief, now the brutish days of chain-smoking laboratory beagles are over. They’re over, right?
By Gus Greshamabout a year ago in Poets
Loves Still Ours For Phil, on our 35th Anniversary Thirty-five years, and here you are the man who knew my heart from start
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The flat next door. By Ross E F Lombardi. . They party all night. The noise keeps me awake. But I do not feel mad. .
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
You see the above reservoir, surrounded by greenery, of maples and firs, it's Lake Crescent, a large, deep water body, carved by glaciers,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Women Who Grow Quieter as They Age Genre: Poetic Commentary / Feminist Reflection / Literary Nonfiction Picture Ideas at the End
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
! ITS REAL FACE! By Ross E F Lombardi . Dissent is often pictured as a raised fist of defiance. But that is not its real face.
Fancy free, feet loose dancing on your shoes, toddling till my toes could tap, frying like bacon on the carpet, sizzling away from the fleeting
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I got triggered this morning, a random scene from a film moving me to tears. * The vignette was emotional, certainly, but it was really only the tipping point.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
No Room at the Pictures No room at the pictures so we walked instead laughing at nothing hands warm, pockets deep The world didn’t mind
Its Saturday at last Saturday After a long week I lie in bed day not asking much of me Curtains barely open the light comes in slow
