There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Your subjects walk a wire / jesters in a mad queen's court / a new round fired / hot on the heels of / its precursor's report.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
You stacked comfort in rectangles of pillowed softness, feathers plucked from the down of morals, stuffed-alters, plucked from backs you bawk behind.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I'm the one who won't pass on a hug And will squish you like a koala hugs his favourite spot, His perfect view from above the eucalyptus.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
From the Moment I Beheld You... I Knew... My Heart Overflowed and I Wanted You to See Me in a Good Light. I was Not Perfect...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Not One of Them Was Me They stood like they belonged. Same smile, same silence, like they’d practised it in mirrors until it stuck.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see what I see? Is there a trick of the light that distorts what you see? Or does it distort what I see?
By Erin Mabout a year ago in Poets
✨When she learned to glow in her own darkness, she became the glimmer of hope she had been searching for.✨ And then she smiled—
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
I Took the Beatings to Save My Baby I didn’t want to cry it was just the way my head hit the wall, after his punch. Our baby son sat in his cot, silently watching,
My comments leopards fish dreams are full of AI. It is kittens Winter and leaves fairly obvious. I imagine pineapple octopus queens so are yours;
By Minte Staraabout a year ago in Poets
The Face in the Cloth of Jesus Christ This could be Him my Lord my God the one who bore it all, such pain he endured. yet he never cursed them once.
The horizonte stretches wide, Bordered by morado colina. Beneath it stands a humble cabaña, With smoke rising from the chimenea.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Aren't we all a series of numbers Collated in a giant database Which may or may not be wallpapering The dining rooms of billionaire abodes?
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
