There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
By candlelight I sit in the still night air the only motion is the candle's steady flicker heavy thoughts weigh like boulders
By Colleen Walters5 days ago in Poets
I don’t look in the mirror anymore Or take pictures of my youth I used to have a self portrait To show I was made In the image of you
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Poets
I was chopping vegetables, whimsical muse struck. I made a mask, with bell pepper and carrot, gave it to my daughter,
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
For best results, knead as hard as you can - on your confidence, your screen, your bucket lists. Let their pressure overwhelm you, mold into you,
By Bridget Couture6 days ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouse6 days ago in Poets
Give your rights away, hand them over in defense of murder with a turned back, through the bedroom door, at the driver's side window;
By Kay Husnick6 days ago in Poets
Do you take "Mary" to be your wife - NO, she wasn't a VIRGIN, biblically she cannot be pregnant! Do you take John, to be your husband - NO, he wasn't covered in water, he never understood what he needed.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of KharĂ´n Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"6 days ago in Poets
Hindi is my native language. English is my main mode of study and writing. Latin, I have some command, for I studied biology for decades.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 days ago in Poets
I Love Everything About The Spring I love everything about the spring, the way the world exhales. After months of holding its breath,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
Underneath the ocean's breath There's a soldier standing, left Holding on for dear life Maybe doubting if he's right For fighting for a flag he knows
By Ruby Red7 days ago in Poets
I. Dinosaurs will roar. There’s not much you can do. They’ll bemoan the long-lost days when they roamed the Earth at will.
By Dean Traylor7 days ago in Poets
