There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The flood of patients fills every room As omicron, no longer distant, looms They fill the waiting areas and halls And doctors rush to meet the calls
By Spokeswoman Adventures4 years ago in Poets
I wish someone had warned me When I was but a girl To hold on tight To everything precious because It’s going to be one hell of a ride.
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Poets
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Poets
“Go back to the railroad” The one that you took credit for? When we were the ones carrying the load Sweat dripping out of every pore
By Wen Xiaosheng4 years ago in Poets
I’d like to share a dream i had In this dream I seen many things healthy trees green leaves a beautiful sunset with a cool breeze that helped set the scene
By Jeff Jr4 years ago in Poets
I would like to say that 2022 marks the moment I kick the corporate game for good, but I'm afraid that that announcement would be a few decades premature. A girl's gotta eat, shop, and travel after all. 2022 does mark another rung on the ladder though, and this little cog is upgrading to a younger, sleeker model. Work life balance is back firmly on the agenda.
By LilyRose4 years ago in Poets
I have this knowing that it can be simpler Simpler than the agony of pouring energy into spaces that no longer nourish Moving into alignment
By Jas Courtney4 years ago in Poets
Butterfly thoughts made porcelain ahead of abstract absentmindedness. We fasten to paths of aimless precision. Presenting ourselves with the pressure of perfectly sectioned perception:
By Imani Talim4 years ago in Poets
Strength is yours - Thoughts are mines Gives energy - Provide marvels So youth in hours will bring up shines ; Now know no time lays shy like gravels !
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
Blame it on the alcohol and how it goes down nice. Blame it on the real love that helps sleep at night. Blame it on electrons
By Maynkie O.4 years ago in Poets
here we go I would like to share a part of my story I was born in Philly right in the city and it was sometimes not very pretty
By alisha4 years ago in Poets
I’m breaking the cycle of abuse my son lost his sock cap today he wasn't called names for losing something no one moaned about how much money it had cost
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
