There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
overwhelmed and astonished and drowned crippled by anguish, internal welts red and red and red man, maybe if dead you're going to love it
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
"What's wrong with me?..." a question I've been told to stop asking, but I'm not exactly choosing to, it's just... I'm sitting in crowds addressed as "we"
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Each human being has an inflated sense of self, they want others to address them as 'your highness', while being full of
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
New skins for old souls, new paint for old homes, in search of an easy way to forget the weary, tired road. Patience and trust
By Chaia Levi2 years ago in Poets
We interrupt normally scheduled programming for an intermission —a Public Service Broadcast— from everyone's most favourite/least favourite
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I am a woman lost in the endless mazes of social media, unable to free myself from the grasp of the never-ending nothingness
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
I used to think progress had to shout— some grand reveal, a thunderclap shift, a phoenix tearing through the sky. But healing?
By SP 2 years ago in Poets
Are you as tired as I am? Do your feet burn from walking working waiting? Do your joints creak? Is the breath filling your lungs enough to speak what needs
By kp2 years ago in Poets
I found it lying curled beneath a lace doily pretending to be innocent. It reeked of lilies and rust. Scalpel in hand I unzipped the silent sternum.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
random thoughts that come to light are never truly, that, or anything (sometimes I feel so consumed by self) like that, just random thoughts
The upants are coming We told you they would Despite all our warnings You still misunderstood The upants are coming Usually at night
By James Spencer-Briggs2 years ago in Poets
He claimed nobility but he ruled from a throne of splinters, hollow wood propped up by old favors structured plys of pressed together half-spoken threats
