There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
My special person, the womb that birthed me The room of my formation Yes my foundation, There is know searching out of a warrior for you match the description,
By Daily Readabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Self Self-centered Not necessarily selfish Reaching the whole-ness may be a dangerous endeavour and concept One is not many
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout 3 hours ago in Poets
When you couldn't see Let it free The universe has endless possibility will let you be who you want to be To be happy Break the chains with liberty
By Karun about 13 hours ago in Poets
Here I stand, By my hearts demand, In a tarnished land, And the broken sand, Nothing left in sight, Without the hearts delight, I give up my fight, Now a beaten knight,
By Hazel Steeleabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Befriend your tormentors - don’t be a victim! throwaway the guilt of wishing them stricken, and instead Kill them with kindness
By Grz Colmabout 19 hours ago in Poets
to give so much of the soul to Him to fragment the mind and spirit in ways i did not and could not see left a gaping hole in me
By angela hepworthabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Designed using Canva I wish we had another sense the sense to disappear to choose our last day or night to be less present
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Apple pies and Atom bombs Napalm and Nattie light NASCAR and Nationalism Ingenuity and Ignorance Violence and Values Excellence and Extremism
By Shaun Waltersa day ago in Poets
FUN FACT I can read your non-verbal signals, But bitter experience taught me: We cannot keep a non-verbal word. I prefer that you spell it all out for me
By C. Rommial Butlera day ago in Poets
confidence(con) stripped(tripped) bare(bar) my obsession(another session), downfall(ownfall) parts, though no longer, me my descension(senseless), my call
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
In a world where humans can fly and spells can reprimand the sly. The dream of every potterhead is built on the sands of time,
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Poets
“You’re not very nice to men” my mother and sister said over conversation and dinner. They say, if I carry on this way, I will be alone forever.
By Katerina Petroua day ago in Poets