There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Who should be responsible for her murder? The question engraved on her tomb below her names The question every visitor ask themselves before saying something,
By Isaac Ramaphalaabout a year ago in Poets
Ocean damage is heartbreaking Ocean action must be taken Marine species must be protected ~~~ No ocean is for humans to destroy
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
I attended the university for my classes, as part of a degree in science. I moved from class to labs— but never rushed back home,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Go out into the world and see things mindfully. Find answers to your questions— life’s lessons are everywhere. I saw those rusted bolts
"Every mother’s instincts know what is safe for her children, stray puppies in our garden." My parents’ backyard was spacious and had a brick boundary. To stray dogs, it seemed like a safe haven. Often, dog mothers would sneak in with their puppies.
He was born a landlord— rich in inherited properties. But times changed, people began to value jobs, more than land. He was raised with the mindset:
Judge me Keep eyes on the snakeskins that slowly come alive. I won't complain when they constrict And squeeze the tears out of me.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
I am a fox with a thing inside That is vengeful And wants to kill me. Empathy. No news on how to cope or change No light behind metal bars.
IWANNAQUITIWANNAQUITIWANNAQUITIWANNAQUIT It really burns IWANNAQUITIWANNAQUITIWANNAQUITIWANNAQUIT Each breath is exhausting.
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
Life is a love-story between Chaos and Order. Now, whether or not they know that is an entirely different story. It's almost like, they can't know
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
I feel like I'm living in a fake world trapped between glass and overheating wires while the actual world around me just keeps spinning,
I Danced to His Tune for Money He played the fool with polished shoes, all charm and smirk and clever cues. I knew the game, I knew the cost,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
