There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Keep off my words my thoughts my desires For they belong to me Intrinsically * I will not lie nor be suppressed By the mind vultures
By Simon Aylward2 years ago in Poets
I don't have money, I have debt. But who the fuck am I indebted to? Who decided my health ought cost money I need to pay
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
The Forge The blacksmith’s fire knows my name, its tongues of blue and gold proclaim a pact written in ash and flame. I press my palms to coals that sing—
By Ramjanul Haque Khandakar2 years ago in Poets
Vocal means "relating to the human voice" Or (of music) consisting of or incorporating singing Can we let that sit there—right there? That point. That...
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
welcome to the YRT bus where no one sits together unless you got your dick out to diddle with because all you want is warmth, no?
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
Velvet raped of its softness, the voiceless stand motionless—subjugated Only one match—it takes only one match to burn the status quo,
The trains and buses are bleak New Yorkers jokingly complain of tourists in the way of a New York minute But I never thought the city would be this empty consistently
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
There is a rot in my brain, Of ideas left to stew— Good ones I’ve forgotten, Or found too hard to do. They bubble up occasionally,
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Poets
It's about time someone said it. Freedom is just a feeling. Freedom is a faith in the future That tomorrow can be better than today.
By Jerry Liang2 years ago in Poets
D I S T O R T E D It waits behind my eyes, lips twitching at the edge. Cheeks too warm, teeth too small. Something’s wrong.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
We move to rhythms unseen, Each step a dance between choice and design. Some led by duty, others by desire, Tugged gently by threads of time.
By Andra river2 years ago in Poets
I built this home in silence Steel beams, a fortitude long built, Forged by molten anger, Bricks of betrayal and A mortar of silver linings—
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
