There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I write to inmates to make them feel less alone They are trapped in a "box" screaming in the inside of their body They want out
By Regina Mauldin4 years ago in Poets
daily forced to fake the face of a man still stable at the seams, his dreams are where the stitches split, where he’s begun to come apart.
By Jacob Waddell4 years ago in Poets
I walk to work barefoot Why? . Why not? Why do you not walk to work?
By Find FLOE4 years ago in Poets
I walk through the front door and drop everything from my hands The first time that I have seen you after so many years apart
By Katarina Penfold4 years ago in Poets
She's like a poem, Waiting to be read. She's like a song, Waiting to be sung. She's like a melody, Waiting to be heard.
By Ahsan4 years ago in Poets
So I don't know the etiquette of this city If the flower cries, consider it funny Wherever you can find your destiny
By NF4 years ago in Poets
Will I go without a sweet? Can I deny myself that treat? Can I resist that pat of butter? Without emitting a whine or mutter?
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Poets
Dear, you, Yes, you, the guy that keeps revving his engine at 9:30 at night. Yes, you, the people that can't seem to throw their trash all of the way into the dumpster. Or worse try and fail without picking up the remains.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
good morning, time to check the phone see what I missed while I was sleeping doesn’t matter if it’s overcast or sunny my phone lights up by itself
As it soared through the air, on trusted wings, it smoothly sailed right into a strong and sudden THUD that sent it flat down on its’ back on the cement below.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Poets
Twas the night before COVID, and all through the nation Citizens listened to misinformation “Two weeks of a shutdown is all there will be,
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Poets
Neither your pity nor your comfort do I desire. Only your focus lights my fire. I am a blip on an endless web, Where social constructs flow and ebb.
By Tales from a Madman4 years ago in Poets
