There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Magic 🪄 carpet conveyance Take me up Vibe me out Keep me floating Dose me now... Keep me high On your Potions…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
the highlight of my week sometimes is the dull buzz that three beers brings the sweet relief encased in a pre-chilled pint glass
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
One day I’ll make you trip...Then you’ll fall in love with me. One day I’ll make you sick…And get withdrawal from me. So help me, if you dare…To get withdrawn from me.
By Desmond Razzano3 years ago in Poets
They tell me to be silent They tell me to be still Their voices are loud But not stronger than my will They can bend me and break me
By Celeste3 years ago in Poets
Autmn leaves leave mismatched imprints on the concrete, trampled into semi-permanent stamps, whatever that means. Either something lasts,
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
Immeasurable to conceptualise Yet simultaneously small. Nothing carries a greater weight, A feather would be as light. In its strength and power,
By Karyn Savage3 years ago in Poets
Yet when she decided to change her perspective, she suddenly found that she was more receptive… to life, and the beautiful wisdom it held…
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
Without traces, the empire fades away one by one. The flowers and the stars remain in the care of the Lord, the The constellations are hidden in the grass.
By Lazare Hurst3 years ago in Poets
“I think you should run away together and get hitched,” the hard pressed Kandinsky whispered to me. His bright blue mountain carved a red dotted hope in my split sea, Venus had been birthed, as she perpetually had in between my legs,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
In kindergarten when we fell They would bandage the knee Instead of letting it bleed And we forgot how to feel, In later years when
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
lifted from yellow smoke, My heart spurts out like a half broken fountain. It appears to be working Only to the untrained eye.
She walks in the light of beauty, as if a cloudless night sky with twinkling stars. The most beautiful forms of light and dark
By Gana Rilas3 years ago in Poets
