There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It hit with ferocious speed with its damage felt both far and near, An unknown virus was travelling fast, generating dread and fear.
By S Z Piraner5 years ago in Poets
We don't know how to tell you this. Us women who have come down from the high you gave. Us little girls who became women overnight because you took from us the safety of childish ways.
By Allex Combs5 years ago in Poets
They closed the Friendly’s down the street from me Just quietly shut and barred the doors Boarded the windows and I never even realized
By Shauna Houser 5 years ago in Poets
If only man there was a way For covid to go away People going through the pain.... I’ll sit and hope and pray Pray for a better day
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
I saw a republic collapse today. Not pretty was its sight. There were no acts of gallantry, Or valor on either side. I saw Lady Justice
By MDW Warren5 years ago in Poets
One summer, we went out into the forests at the bottom of the mountain. The birch trees stood silently and watched us while we climbed into the soft forest bed.
By Bee Kay5 years ago in Poets
Thank god for poetry For words un governed You cannot censor my fingertips There are no syllables In need of being replaced
By Justin Black5 years ago in Poets
A Mediochre Sofa was delivered back in March - it was fashioned by Ikea and was purchased at a branch That was somewhere near the Ringroad on the outskirts of the town and the fabric was called 'Mocha' but to us it just looked Brown
By Divsie Flood5 years ago in Poets
I can see and feel everything and yet cannot feel a thing. I conceived, carried and gave birth Life sprung and I became Mother Earth.
By Alisia5 years ago in Poets
Puff puff, Inhale. Puff puff, Inhale. Sip your whiskey, How does it taste? Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment?
By HollyBlue Muse5 years ago in Poets
THEY say time heals all wounds. I wonder, “Who are THEY?” Have THEY known such anguish that sears the skin, leaving gauzy layers that seep
By Melissa de la Cruz5 years ago in Poets
Tired feet, trudging through think, flooded rooms. Bustling people, talking, breathing, sleeping. Concrete walks take us to other places,
By Leah Harris5 years ago in Poets
