There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Where be our Cincinnatus? That golden hero of yore Where be our Cincinnatus? To whom even Washington swore
By Matthew Fromma day ago in Poets
Only words for a poet in exile Penetrating a few minds to the heart Oozing thoughts in search of something fertile Entering a space in time for each part
By Patrick M. Ohanaa day ago in Poets
i wish i never knew- of the portrait he drew there is no great enough distance i wish i could be from this in this once instance, ignorance is, bliss
By Josh Morgana day ago in Poets
The days grow shorter, nights grow long, A final bird sings summer's song. The air turns crisp, a gentle breeze, Whispers through the golden leaves.
By Ribina day ago in Poets
The lights are on, but no one’s home Joe’s mind is not his own His face is blank for goodness sake Another freeze is he awake
By Mark Stigers a day ago in Poets
"sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me" the greatest lie ever told they don't just hurt, they burn-
Once upon a time, there was a sweet nothing that they called Princess who dreamed only of white knights, white fences, and perfect princes.
By Auspicious Wren2 days ago in Poets
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 Read2 days 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. Ohana2 days 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 2 days 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 Steele3 days 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 Colm3 days ago in Poets