social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Intimacy
I want intimacy, but I don't want just sex. For so long, people tried to tell me that's all intimacy is, but thankfully my mom drilled the truth into my brain before my view was tainted. It's your touch, not there, but here on my knee. Here, an arm draped over my shoulder. Fingers in my hair, a quiet lullaby lulling me to sleep. I love the sweet reminder you're here and I am safe. It's the love radiating from your eyes so intensely that I want to look away but can't because I'm entranced. Locked in this moment I want to stay in forevermore, the kind of sweet look that will give me everlasting butterflies. It's your arms around me tight like you'll never let me go. Even if the urge to pee hits in the middle of the night I have to fight your grip and hope I won't mess up the sheets anyway. It's your kiss, innocent and quick, but full of love just the same. It's you in my ear, whispering how gorgeous I am, blank canvas and baggy clothes. Sweet nothings to make me blush and wonder where you've been all my life. "Waiting for you" is what I'm sure you would respond, cheesy but romantic just the same. It's us in bed, under the covers, no space between, my head on your chest, listening to your heart beat just for me.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPsychedelic world part five
poem number 52 Haiku Violet The violet in the skies of night, you kissed me on the phone. The violet was divine. Poem number 53
The main articlePublished 4 months ago in PoetsRaven Maid Raid
Remember the Raven Maid in the parking lot, Awaken your sensitive sense of nature's worth, Vandalized the naivety of old Sammy's tot,
Krishan MubasharPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSearching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFamished Dreams
In the echoes of desire, I crave for more, Yearning whispers call encore . Within this chest, where a heart should beat,
Lunar Eclipses & You
Lunar Eclipses & You (Original publication date unavailable) So you might be wondering how a Lunar eclipse could affect you, well if the other celestial bodies have such an effect on our day-to-day lives, one would think that our bright and beloved satellite’s influence would surpass them all.
Alicia's DeskPublished 4 months ago in PoetsI Just Don’t
I don’t care, what you think, of me. I don’t care, that you may laugh at me, or throw your hatred towards what you don’t understand.
The City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhat Was
I remember tasty music and meaty discussions, aromatic literature and fragrant ideas. Work that you could inhale deeply
Sean ElliottPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Conqueror
Veni, vidi, vici— I came, I saw, I conquered But the high only lasted so long * I soon looked down From the mountaintop and yearned
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHe Chooses His Battles
The air breathes in the colour of the merging dawn, As he lays asleep dreaming of his future hopes, Sprawled across the bed in his peaceful slumber,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDanced with Shaytan
Have you ever danced with Shaytan in pale moonlight? Have you ever heard him whispering in your heart? His hot passion belongs deep into the cold night
Krishan MubasharPublished 4 months ago in Poets