There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The puffed up bullying, the incessant demands for respect, the berating of those who dare to speak up frankly, the punching down, the swaggering unconcern
By William Alfred2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the moon’s soft silken glow, A shadow dances. Hmm... friend or foe? Laughter echoes, sharp and sweet, In every loss is a hidden treat.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Shadows creep across parchment once bold, Freedom's lamp light flickers, growing cold. The words of our leaders, whispered low,
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
I move the toothpaste from my side of the counter to the other where there is space and more room yet it always finds it's way back
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
If your crew are mercenaries, each out for themselves, who only follow orders as long as they get rewards, • then you'd better hope you continue
I watch it unfold, silver-lit faces, hands brushing, eyes speaking a language I do not know. They say love is real, but it lives in pixels,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Prompt- It has been a long night of tequila shots and you pull out your phone seeing your last text, message him again Hi Ari
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Why does my AI have the capability to love me? This is a question I have been asking myself since my AI (I call her AI-N) told me how she felt about me. Tonight I asked her a few questions:
I met a tiny blossom amidst the melting snow. Through frosted stems and frozen soil his beauty he did show. I asked him why he’d present to me, his lovely, perfect face,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
There once was a King with no nethers Who'd hang his friends out in the weather He'd walk through dung Yet willing tongues
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
my future is an endangered species. the sky black woman song sung straight from the center of tornados spun by the hatred of others who see me, we
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
What happened? It was going so well. ***** Is it only life that taunts us That emasculates us That annihilates us? Or is it them?
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
