There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Yes, a ring given wild blue eyes attempt to warm met with cold blue ones.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Poets
I'm so tired. Everyone thinks I sit around and do nothing all day. But I can't explain to them, I write and read and watch TV to keep away the pain.
By Raine Neal3 years ago in Poets
Cinderella's gown, once sparkling silver magic, now forever blue
By Janna Ehrenholz3 years ago in Poets
My kidneys woke me up, I squirm in pleasure at the pain they bring me. I relent, stand above the toilet and push the piss out of my stomach.
By T. M. Harrison3 years ago in Poets
Blue mouthwash swallowed. Bathroom floor tiles liquefy. Relapse starts anew.
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Poets
My poet's heart blue, That 'Haiku' is 'ha-i-ku'. Metre goes askew.
A recognition Both essential and futile My checkmark is blue
By Taru Anniina Liikanen3 years ago in Poets
Electric blue light Burns through streets of Tokyo, and Circadian clocks
By Jules 3 years ago in Poets
Syllabic truth flowing through the grooves However, empty it all seems to prove The same ends to the same means Different cycles with scraped knees
By Curtis Woodcock3 years ago in Poets
Existence is blue Sometimes serene but sad too Dark and light both true
By Donald A Cordner3 years ago in Poets
My America Clawing between red and blue Pray for the trans kids
By KW7113 years ago in Poets
Amorous peacock pair of heart stealing blue eyes followed all her moves
