There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
My kids are my priority, Just like any parent. I want their security. But I don’t teach them To win spelling bees, Master tennis or chess,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Our cuerpo, our greatest tesoro. Yet in ignorancia, we throw it into vicious llamas, an infierno raging, making it caliente, ácido,
A garden can’t talk Not verbally like humans do. But it speaks, In silent, sacred ways. It shows love. It offers thank you.
The pyre was built from paper dolls that called themselves men egos fashioned of papier-mâché thin skin that came apart
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Governor DeSantis has decided to grant us with his sleek game of chess. Less we think it’s just simple pawns tripping from the board of chaos.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
A DEI Hire Is this how others perceive Decades of hard work? Does my darkened skin Exclaim to treasured colleagues Natural worthlessness?
By Ramberto Torruellaabout a year ago in Poets
A Morning Magpie Thief I caught him again, that black and white thief, with the beady eye, and no shame to speak of. He darts in,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You think you see pain— but not from a hard life, but by, perceptions… Cracks that grow unseen, from others’ thoughts, impressions
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
My readers are precious, They fuel my motivations and offer much needed support. They keep my writing fire burning, even when there are no rewards.
Take it, don't break it, I said Take it, don't break it. They did take it, don't break it Someone might think it was their fault, but that was just someone else's behaviour on a rollercoaster rage
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
