There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
There's a question that has been around since man formed its first thought, one that has plagued mankind and each and every one of you.
By Donny Foley7 days ago in Poets
After a beer We play by ear And shift gear To steer To the rear And veer to a pier Near here. But what did appear
By Tom Demar7 days ago in Poets
The crowd inside Haiku Over crowded help The weights too much I’m broken Silent screams kill me 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
A love story written in pixels, refreshed in real time, never once consented to be mine. You never arrive all at once. You drip into my morning
By abualyaanart7 days ago in Poets
THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIES Haiku 🌺 She screams inside Help He lazes on the couch Help Calls fall on deaf ears ♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️
Ice cube tray in powder blue I lay my palms flat on top Beholding the frozen I breathe in and out to ready myself
By Michele Nampalli8 days ago in Poets
I The Student knocked on the Poet’s door, hoping for entry. * As he waited, the faint sounds of old blues music wafted through
By David Muñoz8 days ago in Poets
I got my first period at 11-years-old... I put on a pad just like I was told. When I told my dad, He grimaced and said,
By CT Idlehouse8 days ago in Poets
My mother said, after India’s independence in the 1940s, jobs appeared, if someone passed high school, they were invited to hold office.
By Seema Patel8 days ago in Poets
Fun Fair Haiku Cotton candy spins, Screams and music fill the night, Joy rides up and down. 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 All The Fun Of The Fair
By George’s Girl 2026 8 days ago in Poets
The Keeper Of The Virgin Slave He stands where iron keys are cold with memory, A watcher at the gate of unspent breath, His shadow pressed against a silent door,
It was 9:30 a.m. I went to the garden and saw the calendula sleeping. Its petals were still folded, still in slumber,
