There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
hide the truth bury the files deny and lie start a war or two distract and deny and lie invade a country insult a leader
By Andrea Corwin 9 days ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
Let me tell you a tale of two sexes One male and one female A discourse on opposites Let me tell you a tale of two sexes
By Raymond G. Taylor9 days ago in Poets
treat each moment in life like a thread woven into a larger tapestry it doesn't mean that every thread is perfect some are frayed, faded
By Lolly Vieira9 days ago in Poets
realize this truth adopt frugality now life will be easy. Note: The never-ending is the crux of all our problems. We must understand and avoid it. Embrace frugality
By Seema Patel9 days ago in Poets
I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would think of like "HUCK" from the favourite shows that we know !? I am an alcoholic, not the kind you would assume knows all the flavours and all the talented makers !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
Temporarily Love, On Hold I placed us gently on a silent shelf, not broken, no, just paused mid breath, like something sacred, waiting in the dark,
Introduction Found a lovely place to eat and drink in Alnwick. The host and staff are very welcoming and friendly. So I thought I would write a plagiaristic sonnet based on the things I saw in there:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 days ago in Poets
From far above the whirring disturbs another night of restlessness. - Red eyes beaming straight through the rotten windowpane,
By Reece Beckett9 days ago in Poets
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?”
By J "Griffin" Rooms9 days ago in Poets
It feels like the weather is playing yo-yo. A few days back it was cold and dusty, desert winds blowing.
