There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I don't see sadness. I see mellow and peaceful. Blue’s a lovely hue.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
The glacier tells me it is bleeding to the lake from the wound man made.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
ruddy blood, blue lips caressing, soft fingertips; fear cannot live here.
By Kayla Maneen3 years ago in Poets
Loose lipped sunken ships Scattered beneath deep blue seas Innumerable
By Brian Grady3 years ago in Poets
Something borrowed; blue will make for a happy bride. Invite: still unread.
Bruises went unseen— a pretty scarf conceals all; Death fails once again.
Raspberry vodka tastes like candy going down. Up tastes like regret.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 years ago in Poets
Neptune, god of seas, drowned the world, erased the shores. Without shores, no seas.
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
Filmy eyes, bright white stark against the contrast night; the disease takes her.
Transfixed by the screens — all of us, stuck in blue light, captives of the glow.
The ocean is blue. Violets and eggplants are too. I am colorblind.
Protecting our hands We wear powder-free nitrile Gloves shield us from harm
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
