There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I sought a tattoo of poetic proportions— a quote from Wordsworth, Keats, the Bard, or Such. Something indelible that would whisper from my skin,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Breaking free from the lies they told me breaking free. Breaking free from the chains that bind me breaking free. Breaking free
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
As I open the gates to the stones of the past I witness a glimpse of a future never masked Forward they face, and standing they lie
By Alexander McLachlan2 years ago in Poets
I was a village girl, with no privilege, certainly, no outlook. I didn’t even know how sycamore looks, no foreign languages,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Kick the mic of perpetual algorithmic bureaucracy. Crush the bones of corruption. Watch the flames cremate, turning it all to ashes, swirling them into the wind of force.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
when i wake up and get out of bed (the ghost of you tried to chain me to it again) when i cherish my scarred up body (the physical ones left long ago, but i still see them)
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Mummy, I know that you love me, Some days I can be your little angel, Some days I can be very naughty, I don't always mean to do the things I do,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
The Crash That ShockedThe World It came with no warning, a blink, then gone, The humming stopped, the screens went blank.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Anxiety My fear strikes my mind, I need to protect myself- I am very scared… Depression I feel very numb.. Everything was so painful-
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
the levels of decorum rendered discorporate. unwanted, waste, refuse, trash, as the boy acts cats called doggedly like he thinks himself a monarch,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
In an era, when people are going crazy over looks — going under the scalpel, traveling to Korea or Turkey — for aesthetic tourism.
