There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
These “energy vampires” you fear are are of your owning making. The true energy suck is that of your anxiety that continues to fuel your paranoia.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
Success! Goals! Progress! Ambitions! Pursue them all with the single minded determination of a sociopath who’s fear and concern for consequences
Our points of view derived from the same space contradict instead of match the matter of delicacy woven on unequalled canvas
By Moon Desert5 years ago in Poets
I saw a leg on the side of the road. Well, a haunch of venison, with a hoof, the pelt and head nearby. It got me thinking about the way men kill things
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Poets
I got a call from my parents' phone at 8:31 PM, It was a nurse. Can you come right away? I called my sisters first. Driving, one light ahead of me on the road,
From 10 PM to 6 AM, In the dark, and the cold, There are men working on the road. From 10 PM to 2 AM, Protected by an orange cone, a padded jacket, and gloves,
Unlike the poets Vallejo and Neruda I have not known deep grief grief that fashions splintered lives and becomes the marrow of sleep
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Poets
And still the rhetoric, keeps being pumped out Fear, Confusion, Shaming, in case any doubt Media constantly leaks, “secret government policies”
By Warwick Holding 5 years ago in Poets
I can’t breathe I can’t breathe, ma’am Since I’ve seen how human-beings can be brutal against my race I can’t breathe, ma’am
By Dr Selin Calik5 years ago in Poets
Bold red letters scroll across an enormous screen under the hotel’s arching awning: “Thanks For Visiting, Attendees of the Annual
By Vanessa Jimison5 years ago in Poets
There once was a global pandemic Whoever could sheltered inside We didn’t go out to the movies Or jump on a carnival ride
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
WEEP I weep for the world! I weep for history and the history makers, for the stories and knowledge untold I weep for the children that won’t learn cursive
By Courtney Battles 5 years ago in Poets
