There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Man Called Norman He lived alone in the house near the bend kept to himself, not keen to pretend garden half-wild, boots by the door
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Poets
Revolution is not the obliteration of hardship. Revolution is the alchemy of suffering, of devouring the fertile bodies of the dead and rotting things with the faithful knowing that every smoky, sour mouthful brings us closer to the truth.
By Eden Row17 days ago in Poets
!BEWARE! They come, they see, they conquer - violently. Since the start of 2026, masked minions have rampaged through our community and our homes, spewing blatant chaos and terror!
By Jose Antonio Soto17 days ago in Poets
Attention This is a message to those who are ALONE: Studies indicate that social isolation poses a legitimate risk to YOUR physical and mental health
By Sam Spinelli17 days ago in Poets
URGENT - ATTITUDE MESSAGE Universal Attitude Observatory 1251 PM PST Fri Jan 28 2026 (is it bad out there?) Earth
By Martina Franklin Poole 17 days ago in Poets
A philosopher uncle I met, this question he shot, What is the meaning of life? It is not easy, It is deep like Ocean,
By Seema Patel17 days ago in Poets
Important notice! Disassociation from history Is henceforth prohibited As of this moment We live in time Walk in step
By Brittney Moore17 days ago in Poets
THIS IS A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT FOR MOTHER NATURE DO NOT DEFILE MY DRIVEWAY WITH SNOW DO NOT DEFILE MY YARD WITH SNOW DO NOT DEFILE MY FLOWER GARDENS WITH SNOW OR ICE
By Gregory Payton17 days ago in Poets
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT When you hear a loud horn blast- Take Cover Children Go Inside and Do Not Stop To Play
The world has left me behind, everyone I’ve ever known has turned their back on me. Or, even better, they've all gone their separate ways.
By Moon Desert17 days ago in Poets
First, Tanvir’s father, his skin as blue as the sky, sits on the serpent. He holds a conch shell in his right hand, And in his left, he holds a discus.
By Wen Xiaosheng17 days ago in Poets
