There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Pale grey overcast and fractions of clouds whimper as you vomit on the steps of Saint Paul's Cathedral. Resign here, don't move forward and
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Poets
A whisper soft, a gentle sigh, A drop, unseen, beneath the eye. It promises a swift release, A silent, all-encompassing peace.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
You moved in patterns, moral geometry, with angles sharper than empathy, measured steps dressed up in strategy's red cloth,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
They say there's no such thing as magic but this bottle knows better: black label, liquid amber, sealed with promises I keep pouring down my throat.
By Lover Boyabout a year ago in Poets
The synergy between you and me pools in my gut, white-hot, And there's burning atonement on my breath like a nuclear flash.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
In the frantic pace of modern life, we often lose touch with the quiet wisdom of nature. “Barefoot on Moss” is an invitation to slow down, to feel the earth beneath your feet, and to rediscover the healing power that comes from grounding yourself in the natural world. Through soft moss, filtered sunlight, and ancient forest breaths, this poem guides you on a gentle journey back to calm, presence, and inner peace.
By Zainooabout a year ago in Poets
You blamed me for their mistakes Every woman before me They hurt you They gaslit you They manipulated you They never showed you the love you deserved
By Shannon about a year ago in Poets
I was dealt a losing hand From the start But always believed Luck was earned Not ingrained Happenstance, just that I was caught in
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I dream of a world without people who rage every day I dream of a world without people who abuse and offer silent, hidden violence each day
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Is it dark enough? Is it light enough? Is it felt? At least it is real! Real-life feelings Not always dark Not always light
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I was dying when we met But you couldn't have killed me softly Life is not for the week or foolhardy For it only leads one to regret
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
In the age of social media, validation often comes filtered and fleeting. This poem explores the disconnect between curated online personas and authentic self-worth, urging us to see beyond the surface and embrace our unfiltered selves.
