There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Waiting to hear back after applying for a job. You think you found the perfect job. The stress and anxiety. The "will I get it or will I be rejected."
By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
A poem to set the mood of your new year's eve parties: The old year is gone, the new one's begun A time for fresh starts and for having fun
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
"The Pandemic" The virus spreads with stealth and speed, Infecting all who cross its path. It preys on young and old with equal greed, Leaving death and sorrow in its aftermath.
By Naveenkumar3 years ago in Poets
Hope is the light that guides us through the darkness, A beacon shining bright, a guiding star. It lifts us up when we are feeling low,
By Dheenadayalan B3 years ago in Poets
We played chess this morning over coffee. I got sloppy waiting to take a turn. I had a vape and let it burn slow. Nicotine was a mistake normally it’s an advantage though this time it burnt me out, it gave me an unneeded rush. She beat me.
By John Gilroy3 years ago in Poets
Take a look around and tell me what you see Is it just me? Or is the separation widening? We have never been more divided
By Sheenamarie Jones3 years ago in Poets
There is a lovely country, full of great elms and velvet meadows. But the places I can see skulk behind that conspicuous front design.
By V. B. B3 years ago in Poets
i had some DMT today and it turns out my backyard is a forest in another plane of existence my backyard is a subtropical jungle
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
I once had a 1961 radio that was not a toy A Boo Boo the Owl that should not be destroyed I turned the jewel eyes that would Finley tune
By Ocusan M3 years ago in Poets
Even while I dreamt, I screamed. Even while I dreamt. I wished, Upon a lonely start above, I wished, To free from the depth untold,
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Poets
to reject the darkness is not to embrace the light, but to fear its power. to lay waste to the darkness’ table, to sit and to feast,
By Jeremi Samuel3 years ago in Poets
You wait all year for the holiday season. The most wonderful time of the year. It takes seemingly forever to arrive. The last weeks before Christmas seem to fly by in the blink of an eye.
