There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
5G insomnia brought on by the vaxx it's in my head you NPC there's your fucking facts 5G insomnia keeps me up all night
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
🪞I love this broken mirror.🪞 Sadly broken, but through the cracks, my reflection still stares back. Ironically, I am broken as well, and the broken mirror is a beautifully artistic depiction of this.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
Those hidden in darkness must face the light Simply for our preference to not go blind Say what you want, but I didn’t start this fight
By Daniel Freeman 3 years ago in Poets
Aardvarks are first But bees feed us Can’t you see the folly of Doing them harm? Everyone loves bees For the honey Golden nectar of the gods
By Bernadette Johnson3 years ago in Poets
Carbon black Lamp black Jet Black Oak gall black Black virgin St Sarah Black Mother Kali Ma Pharoah’s daughter
By Richard Abbott3 years ago in Poets
They were radiant The words etched Into stone, A breathtaking moment, Their visage captured In the golden days
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Being is what is hard living is in regards to your heart We seek what is tangible But doubt our spiritual animals For, are we not mysical creatures
By Sheng Long3 years ago in Poets
Predawn walk over the bridge from the Pentagon. Voices carry in the fog. Lights diffuse from flashlights carried in gloved hands,
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Poets
I thought that I would never see A fight regarding poetry. Life can venture nothing worse, Than fisticuffs o’er flowing verse.
By Donald J. Bingle3 years ago in Poets
Once one chooses to loosen the roots of home, the journey to a new home begins. Old roots organically fade away,
By Tania Schiliro3 years ago in Poets
Blame Shame Berate Escape That's all you know : You blame me for the vortex in YOUR heart the tornado in YOUR mind
By Sarah Jane3 years ago in Poets
Black in Michigan Detroit The history’s everywhere you look Shows up in yuh skin Cant escape it in Detroit Michigan We were here before and after Lincoln
By Gabriel3 years ago in Poets
