There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Ah've bin thinking As Ah sit an' as Ah walk When the moonlight Hangs above us Or when the sun Blesses us - An' we feel those
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
“Tanvir.” “Yes, Commandant?” “You see the target over there? When you’re ready, pull the trigger and try to hit him in his throat.”
By Wen Xiaosheng4 months ago in Poets
The Sun Is Broken The sun has stayed too long again Its light no longer feels alive The roads release their stored-up heat
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Is that all? Is this all we are offered? two colors, two choices, a narrow line between becoming and pretending? To survive,
By Samara Pollyana 4 months ago in Poets
😟😟😟 Why do I feel all this pressure? Is it why I was born? A caregiver, a housemaker, and a wife? What other mask must be worn?
By Rain Dayze4 months ago in Poets
You Can’t Hold Me Prisoner To Love wYou cannot hold me prisoner to love And call the chains devotion You cannot lock every door around me
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Open Windows Morning arrived without asking, soft through the open window frame, bringing a quiet kind of promise that settled gently into the day.
When that which is wrought is from darkness And the spaces between the words spoken Are at times are less and few less and few
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
COMICS PART II Actually about comics. 6-23-2026 One of the biggest things about organizing my collection is that I have begun to do an amateur grade based on the system graders
By Victor Mendez5 months ago in Poets
They built a cathedral taller than a crucifix, so you'd have to crane your neck just to question it. Look up, Look up! And keep your eyes off the bodies.
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 months ago in Poets
The Weight They Never Saw You called me quiet as though silence meant less, never seeing what survived behind my ordinary days.
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem, that crack beneath the stars and stripes, the hiss of something hungry slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
