There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In a world of voices, loud and wide, Opinions crash like shifting tide. One says too much, one says too small, Another says it's wrong to stand tall.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Time as Liquid They fell slowly at first, brought on by the scraping of knees that landed hard, bitten by dust and playground pebbles.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The rain decided to soothe me last night And whispered lullabies into my ear. I wish she hadn't; I don't deserve it. The bear I tempted followed me into the nets I laid
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Sex on the run She is his bitch, he’s her desire, A flame that flickers, fueled by fire. They hide away from prying eyes,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
THE SECRETS OF THE SPIRIT BOARD In a dim-lit room where shadows play, A wooden board waits, secrets to say. Letters and numbers, with a planchette near,
hide and speak. you find me, forgetting i'm not lost and i don’t need saving. i am authentic at any cost except myself.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Introduction For this, I have to write a metaphor, which makes me sad. The music is "Darklands" by The Golden Palominos What I Didn't Say II
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
There's a chill up in your spine, baby, can you feel it? Your laughter and beauty are a melody, sweet like a secret. We pull each other in close, like we're the last two alive,
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
As I sit, looking at the sun rise over a wet and dreary Paisley, I think about death, about loss— about Dad, and those who faced
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Maybe I don't want to break barriers. Maybe I don't want to subject my body And this, my one and only shot at life, To the brutality of piling into a stop sign.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Before the silence claims me whole, Before the dusk erases light, Let me unfurl what's in my soul— The things I dream in quiet night.
By Muhammad waqasabout a year ago in Poets
I like to stab the bear with the stick In an attempt to get it to spill the beans And finally fucking speak Its mind because I need to know
