There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
manoeuvring through machines manning crowded with strangers every day various tasks comprehension lost rediscovered, lifted up, and lost
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
livin’ a physical life my mind is always tryin’ to find beauty in belongin’ comfort in cherishin’ every little thing
The most comfortable place for my head, is none other than my bed. * Wiggling underneath the blankets, covering me up tight,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
My Anti-psychotic delusions..hallucinate me. The world around me is an illusion, and I thought it just hated me. Short-term memory..I try not to remember you.
By Desmond Razzano3 years ago in Poets
I’m disengaged all connections misconduct themselves cryin’ is like drinkin’ you’ll never get enough until you’re deep down
She gave me a strange look As if the whole world locked in this gaze A foreigner too, I suppose With an accent as alienated as mine
What is so wrong with my head in the clouds These thoughts sound out loud Not common in the crowd I'd like to believe I have a higher form of thinking
By Hannah Alexander3 years ago in Poets
let me regale ya just a little bit ...about Australia vegemite and cockatoos bitey snakes and bush poos spiders in the dunny
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
I eat a chemical breakfast of pills they say are good for me I inhale artificial air just two pumps a day is better for my lungs
By Lolly Vieira3 years ago in Poets
The sun stretches into his wide-jawed yawn, teeth shining. Mouth shuts. Panting now, he roams the beach. Eyes scanning, nose vigilant,
By Michèle Nardelli3 years ago in Poets
We were fickle creatures Chasing the swaying of the moon And the beams of stars Down rutted roads And across growing fields,
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Violent violet butterflies without wings They enter my head Nailed To my chest When I try to convince myself That my pulse can stop
