There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We are losing our softness, we are getting stressed, irritated. for we feel attacked, unhappy So, I will not go very far,
By Seema Patel18 days ago in Poets
Walt Whitman The Untold Want THE untold want, by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
By Iris V.18 days ago in Poets
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetry19 days ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
These privileged kids, living in developed countries, with abundant money spent on them, to cultivate hobbies,
By Seema Patel19 days ago in Poets
Well now, Miss Marie, I see you sent a note to me, “The Good, the Bad and the Strange.” I’ve read it several times, And digested all the lines,
By Calvin London19 days ago in Poets
Filled with that distinctive summer unease. - The time passing so slowly, the suffocating heat. - A sweating haziness,
By Reece Beckett19 days ago in Poets
Death of the ego... Feels foul blocked at the free throw... In the meanwhile, thinking about blessings from mi amigo Even though the laughing hyena
By El Poet19 days ago in Poets
Turtles have hard shells and soft backs *** I watched as they scrambled Over each other In that bright red plastic bucket
By Michele Nampalli19 days ago in Poets
StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
By George’s Girl 2026 19 days ago in Poets
Road life ain’t the one you know Fighting over some postcode Wake up fricking smell the coffee…. These postcodes ain’t yours you know
By Haychie_Artist19 days ago in Poets
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
