There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
There's something about karma That makes me careful what I wish for and say to people Random thoughts * The year has gone so fast
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets
I feel unsettled, raising kids in these costly, unstable times. Houses are smart, with device, things break, without warning.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
From Friday Morning's Writers.com class: Quote: “If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.” ―Natalie Goldberg
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
I am a tired mother — too much on my platter. Childcare to writing, housework to earning. I try to find peace in art and nature.
A lot of things irk me. You know what annoys me on writing platforms? Plagiarized work, and generic praise, bland comments.
I’ve heard nobody hustles as hard as a mother, who has to feed her small kids, and secure their future. That’s true, now, I am that mother.
How do I see you? You’re the cold-hearted who was. Not nice, but deserved. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Poets
Tick the kettle boils the toast goes cold you blink. your coffee? stale. a child laughs somewhere down the hall you miss it.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I am the definition Of a heart out on my sleeve I am true loves, love letter More than worth the read What you sees' not all you get
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The rain pours down sheets of shimmering shit and in walks drowning rats Mommy dearest searches dusty shelves diapers and a nip of scotch
By Emily McGuff2 years ago in Poets
I still remember the first time. Tiny hands, wide eyes. I was nine, holding up a mirror. * And within was a reflection that didn’t hate me back.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I don’t worship God, I’m not a believer of scriptures, No temple or church for me. I use vulgar language when angry or provoked.
