There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Just two of the long solid good forks And two of the super cheap spoons Keep counting them down for tomorrow Good enough as the dishwater cools.
By P. M. Starr3 years ago in Poets
Bill, Hillary, Oval Office, Monica, blowhards, relationships, total ironica Bush Junior, Al Gore, votes count, no more, decider rises, economy tanks
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
The first feeling that comes from a heart of an open mind and open touch to explore the world and desire just a love like a dream for my mind to really flow in the pink water pot. The red tea with hibiscus scent smelled by your tastes, the form of a chi that connects and unite it is where I feel the most peaceful and relaxed comfort. I often find myself so free and good just when I can be who I truly am a human with a creative kind of a zen. Art often comforts me the most the one that find positive line in each experience of a life. The heart warmed tears and gestures of love is where I aim to be just loved. Being free to express every word with line where I don't need to be judged and criticized. That comfort creates the so called mine and it is within me to be in here and in the now. The love for the moment with the low and the down, the low for the high and the up just in the cloud to walk the sand with my mind it is often just enough and comforting pretty fine.
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Slipping feet into my favorite slippers, I make a drink.. Southern Comfort . Carefully cradling it in my hands, I pad down the hallway -
We have not yet woken up from the day-to-day Dreams, shocks, flashes Flames, as you once dreamed Have destroyed the city
By Luther3 years ago in Poets
I would like to invite you to join me, to go to some countryside There are mountains, water and nice idyllic scenery The farmhouse by the river has a wide wooden platform, and from the evening
I tried to write a story Where nobody lied. With dogged tenacity, They failed every time. Something in their character?
By Sean A.3 years ago in Poets
As fear increases, anxiety is nigh. Do I deserve such a thing? Are my creations for true? I know I deserve this. Yes these creations I've created are.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Clothed and at ease in a high thread count of sheets To Omit your dagger and expose your vulnerability As Mellow and recurring as the dewy sunshine of Sunday morning
By A.Y. Mallette3 years ago in Poets
In the street he stood Bloody nose and bruises Not having a childhood A ghost of illusion No one knew this boy Of golden locks and tears
By Sherrie D. Larch3 years ago in Poets
It’s another Friday night And the sofa hugs my bum, There is a glass of wine for comfort And a curry for my tum. When the world was but my oyster
By LilyRose3 years ago in Poets
The Storm By: Steven Dean The petals of a rose Lie scattered on the ground Shifting winds carry them away Pearls fall from heaven
By Steven Dean3 years ago in Poets
