There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
the coldest beer i ever drank came out of an ice encrusted tap in the lounge bar at the Pineapple Hotel in East Brisbane
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
sometimes the urge to punch some fucking knob end some smart arse big mouth some tickets all on himself arsehole that certain smarmy some cunt
it happened in one year over there where we always look family, home, relationships three clouds hung over me like the veil of the Iron Curtain
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I’ve always wanted to be someone no matter who, only in terms of my own skills it turned out that I am nobody * so, I decided a long time ago
It is opening hunting season and while the men hunt, the women will shop! I friend asked me to help when she sells Tupperware this weekend at the Snowflake Bizarre event at the YMCA stop.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
I write about you no more! Because i already have wrote a lot , but got no response. I miss you no more ! Or no more i weep for sure!
By monika agrawal3 years ago in Poets
I once was lost But now I'm found Was Blind But now I see The strongholds Are broken down The new version Of me
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
He stood at roadside entrance to the bus-stop on King Street in Wallasey. It has Perspex sides, set within a concrete framework; with a corrugated roof that is covered with bird guano of many types
By Rebecca K 3 years ago in Poets
On an unfrosted storefront window, I seized a glimpse of my own reflection. The dimmed-lighted shop, acting as an unwitting mirror, attracted my deflection. As I move toward the glass, I failed to grasp, in terror, my delicate profile.
By Beatrice3 years ago in Poets
The moon’s rays Danced upon an earth Craving a change- They flooded veins And reroute trains Of thought- Changing direction
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
went to see the Big Bonging Baby play at the GB years ago had a pretty good time really the Bongers give good show i went there with my little sister
I work from home and I love it. The lack of a commute and insanely flexible schedule. But sometimes I feel like days do not feel like days.
By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
