There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
tell me secrets that run deep like waters blue—so sweet they are, traversing universes as tiny as the eyes of needles, till we're lost in fades of white behind our lids as smiles bloom languidly on our lips
By Jillian Spiridon4 years ago in Poets
Crisis knocked on my door today. She was crying. I said “Come in dear. I will put on some tea for us.” She shook her head and through tears explained how she ruins everything she touches.
By Dannielle Nelson4 years ago in Poets
She believed she could, then she paused. Something about the slowing pace caught her. That wild wind dying behind pure white sails.
By Amie 4 years ago in Poets
Swooping down upon them excitement abounds. Hearts race, nerves frazzled but the story ends with what's not found. Fear of the world and what it will do
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
‘MY MAKEUP (I'M PUTTING IT BACK ON TODAY) A POEM BY CHRISTINA M RICHARDS (Don’t let the name fool you, many men have a woman’s name!)
By Chris M Richards4 years ago in Poets
Hush now And do not see Houseless people picking the ends of cigarettes from the floor To make a desperate distraction from the bitter teeth of the wind
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Poets
Heavy painted doors line the walks, like lids of a little girls’ jewelry box. If you lift them a memory of music might spill out. Or, maybe, probably the echos of someone’s parents fighting.
By Elizabeth Virginia Levesque4 years ago in Poets
The Locksmith was the kinder, the knower of many days. The Thief admired the Locksmith in all his clever ways. They both encountered locked doors-- all steel and blots and wood.
By Gretchen Sciortino4 years ago in Poets
There’s no place like home. It is true. There isn’t one, nope, nosiree, not a single place like home. How could such a place exist, when
By Chance Garrett Wilhite4 years ago in Poets
Male minds can be a curious thing Seeming almost impenetrable, yet still empty ... They beckon to you with their enticing tongues
By LB4 years ago in Poets
Our Democracy could be lost Our Democracy is in danger By the outcome of autocratic strangers We said it would never come apart
By Anna cruz4 years ago in Poets
Disparities and oppression will see you every day You will see Indigenous villages become tourist playgrounds Making profit all that matters
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Poets
