There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
"He sees a squirrel running away from a tree with an acorn, he wants to arrest it." That's my partner, Mike. We came through the academy together.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
some cunt stole my parking space some cunt fucked my cat some cunt upgraded my mchappy meal and made me fuckin fat some cunt put the tele on
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
booked into the Sebel Townhouse for a bit of R and R but i may have overdone it and gone a bit too far i covered myself in coconut oil
i've fueled my dreams i chased the sun yeah i got burnt but i'm not the only one i have trekked the mountains and held the trees
i've run out of humorous things to write about i've exhausted all my avenues of mirth a famine of fanciful fantasy funny
I want to fall into bed, embraced like a child To surrender like a lover, in love My nemesis- insomnia, has captured the heart of my dreams
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Dear, Bitterness... From the taste of your kiss How’d a Love so Strong… Veer around to a Bitter Kiss… Moments of silence and levity,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Warm and soft, Safe and secure, Surrounded by my Treasures. Each little thing Such comfort it brings These instruments of my pleasures.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Poets
Who decides about it what will we read today? Is there any point of reference according to which we all know the value
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I left comfort outside the door and all I’ve got there are pains all over my body I take pleasure in sufferin’ *
She plucked my hair With great heartlessness In her clumsy fingers Stretching, scratching my scalp * Until I told her so
Can life be too void of stress Can too little activity lead you into a daze A fake comfort, a feeling of quaaludes a numbness that no sane person would desire
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Poets
