social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Psychology of Collecting
Collecting is a widespread hobby that millions of people around the world enjoy. Whether it's stamps, coins, toys, or books, collecting can be a fascinating and rewarding pastime. But have you ever wondered why we collect things in the first place? What drives us to accumulate and hold on to objects, even when they may not have any practical use or monetary value?
Jacob GloryPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Language of Life
Language, a gift divine, Evolved with man, through time. From simple sounds to complex words, It's the bridge that connects our worlds.
Jacob GloryPublished about a year ago in PoetsFragrant Symphony
In the world of scents, where the senses unite A symphony of fragrance dances in delight Crafted with precision, a scent so rare
Jacob GloryPublished about a year ago in PoetsPro-life for the Woman
There is only your life To consider in abortion. The idea is a knife. It slices with mass distortion. It is moral that you stop
Skyler SaundersPublished about a year ago in PoetsHer Long Road to Womanhood
I will always be the girl who fell in love with you It was okay for the mistakes I made back then My God, the things I never knew
Norma JanePublished about a year ago in PoetsBeyond the Realm of Reality
Where desires and visions intertwine, Lies a world of countless opportunity, A region wherein imagination takes flight.
Ahmed khizerPublished about a year ago in PoetsFuturism
Futurism beckons, calling us forth, Into a world yet to unfold, A place of wonder, where the north, Guides us towards a future bold.
RAJA FAISAL SHAHZADPublished about a year ago in Poets"Rise and Shine"
Wake up, pricey soul, it is time to upward thrust, To greet the day with open eyes, To stretch and yawn, and experience the mild,
Ahmed khizerPublished about a year ago in Poets"Life in the Urban Jungle"
In the concrete jungle, we all reside Amidst the towering homes, we abide The streets are bustling with limitless sounds
Ahmed khizerPublished about a year ago in PoetsPerspective
Dear reality, I've got the block again... can feel it pressing on me the way it does, like the walls have eyes that never sleep.
Dean F. HardyPublished about a year ago in PoetsFuture Husband
Dear Future Husband, There are words I have formed And meant to speak, But find they die on my tongue When our eyes meet,
Katrina ThornleyPublished about a year ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2023
Infamy: [ˈinfəmē]
Dear, January 6th, 2021 The immutable stigma you carved on the calendar ensures your memory will cycle until the sun rises no more. You are something I can’t unsee...
Lamar WigginsPublished about a year ago in Poets