There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Over one-hundred haikus Some have the word Most have the theme A feeling an understanding of Blue It's weird Has something here changed?
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Parents are like a friend on a payroll. An invisible umbilical cord yet to be cut off. Children in suits, ready to act.
By Parth Mistry3 years ago in Poets
Across the expanse of the horizon, black as the depths of our hate, without the hope of a star's shimmer, across the southern and northern hemispheres
By Marcas Mac an Tuairneir3 years ago in Poets
Moments spinning In handheld device Swirling past Caught in the wind A hurricane force Running away Rampant towards decay
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
The poet reads his lines to the blind. He hadn’t guessed that it would be so hard. His voice trembles. His hands shake.
By Sabiha UH3 years ago in Poets
Waking up on a mission, Like this dream has ignited an intuitive demand. Gasping upon awakening Driven by the force that rest has provoked,
By Mystic Rebellion 💎3 years ago in Poets
Fancy is the order of the day, in dress and manner Unbound by inelegance are their steps as they whirled Lightly they move to disjointed and grinding music
By Andrew Ludwig3 years ago in Poets
The devil taunted me, a clacking arthropod whose shifting Janus mask, Round and bone-white, circled as it danced toe to toe;
By M C Treow3 years ago in Poets
I must have been reading for too much Peter Pan, because I'm not sure where this one came from: a dream or a nightmare... The Shadow Of The Night
By Niall James Bradley3 years ago in Poets
True love is a flame that burns bright A fire that warms the soul and brings delight It's a feeling that is pure and true
By afreetha3 years ago in Poets
Last night I dreamt of freedom On land we learned to share The grass was lush, the fruit was ripe Our bodies thick with hair
By Emily Rose Attwood3 years ago in Poets
The moral dilemmas faced by a young conscript on the front lines Are heavy, and weigh down on his shoulders like a ton of bricks
By Ibrahim Sani M3 years ago in Poets
