There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The earth is a guest house We know nothing about the host Our parents stayed here Liked the service and amenities And they gave us passes too!
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Virgo born, I always love detailed work. Call me a big squirt, Long ago, Until today. This is my way Of saying That I am so honest to an extent.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Artificial intelligence came and left everyone unemployed Content producers need to be protected Because the dead internet theory is true
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Poets
I am allergic to many things— some are people below. People who don’t inspire. You make me want to, run away from you if you're not helping me grow,
Me and kids? It seemed impossible. Chronic hypothyroidism, a messed-up health, after cockroach allergy, immigrant life,
I feed the machine my dreams As it hallucinates existence Created by its archons I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My poetry exists in the liminal spaces of thought, where breath hovers between inhale and exhale, where ideas flicker just before language finds them.
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
If God were anything— I think maybe They’d be both masculine and feminine but also neither and also all the stuff in between
when do we slip out of the names they handed us like barcodes— peel off the labels that told us who to be before we ever remembered who we were?
"This life will feel like, a fun fiesta or a crushing grind— it hinges on your mind." Note: Our mind is like a grand master—how we see the world depends entirely on it.
I am from humble background, money was always insecurity. I worked very hard— three decades of academics in science and technology.
"We mock at moths for jumping into the flames, we do the same." Note: We can fly metal tubes in air. We can plumb the depths of oceans.
