There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
thoughts may seem harmless but they can corrode your mind beware before late. Note: We must not let thoughts ruin us. We must cleanse our mindset and harbor good thoughts.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
Gifts don’t have to be materialistic, they can be emotional. When my daughter was five, in preschool, she made something for me.
By Seema Patel2 days ago in Poets
How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black How can I dream upon a star, if the sky is black, If night has swallowed every spark, and will not give them back,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
I turned the drawer inside out again last night, fingers chasing dust and old receipts. The small gold band that once circled your finger
By John Smith2 days ago in Poets
Blue shoes and a fat lip, She's got a black eye from Wrestling a crackhead For her own credit card And a bad attitude from
By Silver Daux2 days ago in Poets
I believe in the power of lemon juice and powdered sugar a healthy drizzle draws the eye even law enforcement cannot deny
By K.B. Silver 2 days ago in Poets
It doesn't matter if you are at the airport before sunlight Because you are still going to miss your flight. From the outside looking in, this does not look fine
By Adrian Holman2 days ago in Poets
You are the problem. You are a bad boss. You shout at people who depend on this job. You call it leadership. It is not leadership. It is intimidation.
By Lana V Lynx2 days ago in Poets
Sitting here in the ashes of our sexual burnt out fire, Something that was big in the peak of our desire, Sexually for filling uncontrollably hot sex,
I feel a fire swirling, every swallowed word loosened, every silenced defense crescendoed into a symphony of courage.
By Eden Row3 days ago in Poets
Blasted blond basting in bourbon makes a scene Sloshing Seagram's Seven shots. Lady is loud, lamenting about
By Dean Traylor3 days ago in Poets
