There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I want to bite into humanity like an apple- hard, sudden, deliberate- to crack the skin with my teeth and let the juice of their vulnerability run down my chin.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
We live in a world where loneliness is rampant — and yet, some of us crave solitude so deeply. Of course, they are different,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Anger is bad. Avoid it, they say. Easy to advise — hard not to fall prey. You need money to raise children. You need work to earn that money.
When a person dies, there’s no point writing elegies, no point crying at the grave, no point building them a lavish mausoleum.
Cancer is a beast — its thief, steals life. Praying for you. Generation apart, united by cancer. Such things we here,
Note: this is a little poem written over our upcoming election up north, and a little introduction to how things work here. And it will also meet a requirement for a challenge posted recently (see below):
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Infertility rates are rising. Pregnancies are complicated. Kids are sickly with asthma, eczema, diagnosed with autism and ADHD too.
Our body is a cluster of organs, they work in collaboration, everything is connected. We give in to temptations, Which lead to inflammation
Our cuerpo, our greatest tesoro. Yet in ignorancia, we throw it into vicious llamas, an infierno raging, making it caliente, ácido,
Under my feet grow weeds — dandelion and clover. People don’t think highly of them. They’re even labeled noxious. But these plants bloom,
my poetry aches to be let out like the scritch scratch of cat claws at 5am on bedroom doors its exhausting to be awoken by politics at that hour
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
*** i toss my secrets into closets hoping they hide in the corners with the spiderwebs and tumbleweeds but they're crawling up the walls
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
