There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I walked inside - she said: "what's up", as if I knew exactly who she was speaking of !? My WIFE !? I walked outside - he said: "yo mama" - I want you to ...........
By 365poetry11 days ago in Poets
🐰🐰🐰 Spring represents a cycle of rebirth, you see. A day about my Resurrection overshadowed by a damn bunny. Please do your research and say a prayer,
By Rain Dayze11 days ago in Poets
I have many degrees, high quality, but no job, situations did not allow it. And I am also repelled by being tethered to a cubicle,
By Seema Patel11 days ago in Poets
Do you have a person you are seeing !? This is usually the conversation !? Will you marry me comes after that - as I know, I am special !?
I should live in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - because my "HONEYMOON" was in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - ofcourse, I married the LOVE of my life - hoping we could be wives, if your'E that type of person - but maybe a husband will do !?
You will receive good fortune, it said. Just like, repost and tag a friend. It seems simple enough to attract good energy.
By EFBurns11 days ago in Poets
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
By George’s Girl 2026 12 days ago in Poets
Introduction I think this is a brilliant postcard design and inspired these words. It's not a poem, just a few lines of words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 days ago in Poets
In summer, the saddest thing I have found, is one who, in taking wing for the first time, has fallen into deep water for too long,
By Natalie Wilkinson12 days ago in Poets
chemical burns like Joan on a pyre bare scalp bare soul endless fire - what use would your conditioning be in a burnt earth?
By Roderick Makim12 days ago in Poets
For all of you, Who were betrayed, Hurt, Used, And abused; I was there once, Falling down a dark, Bottomless pit, With no light
By Carol Ann Townend12 days ago in Poets
The world is smoldering with the fires of another useless war, designed as distraction, designed as policy. * But something is beginning, I think.
By David Muñoz12 days ago in Poets
