There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
To experience comfort is to be devoid of pain. Like the euphoric bliss of a manic episode, it is a contrasting force outside of the mundane.
By M.A Rector3 years ago in Poets
Woke up this morning on a Tuesday, brand new day. What lies ahead for me on this sky blue day. Sunshine, beautiful smiles, laughs and jokes. Followed by the blue sky blanketed in a cloud of smoke.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Poets
Comfort happens at random times not as a describing word but as a surprise in the tiniest moments that reach a backdoor when something else
By Jayne Harnett-Hargrove3 years ago in Poets
Imagine playing a video game And testing out the controller You’re new And frustrated With how uncomfortable
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
I spent months Burrowed in my own winter Hibernating in the womb of my mistakes, I closed my eyes To finally see The depths of
Being overweight Is deciding which Skin You show For your Body Plays games When it Knows You’re Un-comfortability
Depression is Five showers To just feel warm Depression is Your dog knowing And leaving you Alone Depression is
Stuck in a time loop I am the Russian doll Layer after layer I unravel time Like a cloak Woven into my flesh The tick tock
The psychosis of past lives lingers You have property But no possessions Possessed by the preacher That perceived the lesson
You cut off your beauty expectations And now you feel the hurt The Band-Aid was ripped And you convince yourself You no longer get the attention
There are nights when I feel white I wish I didn’t The way she looked And laughed My ass Didn’t move that way But I still gave it
I awoke in my dream to realize I could design it I asked in the name of my own Self discovery And self love To rise from the water
