There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Please be informed! It is my responsibility to determine my fate It is never up to you to choose my mate I will give my affection to whomever I choose
By Brittney Moore21 days ago in Poets
WE SEE THROUGH..... those masks you wear to disguise that you use to cover your lies those weapons clear and concise under the acronym, I.C.E.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden21 days ago in Poets
I. Here is a rhyme for this troubled time, when a scourge operates a scraping bot and steals people's stories, a lot!
By Dean Traylor21 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Mirror It came from a house that shouldn’t be there no number, no road just turned up in the van, boxed like meat
By Marie381Uk 21 days ago in Poets
I did a surgery yesterday, it seems that having the right person is a little bit more complicated than I had hoped! Truth-be-told, most of us don't really know how to speak on the topic!
By 365poetry21 days ago in Poets
I will give a caring role entirely I will only care in a two faced way that leaves a hole entirely I will be very polite to you at every moment
By Seashell Harpspring 21 days ago in Poets
Attention! Attention! Pay close attention! Silence your dissention Dispel needless tension Conform with convention There's no need to mention
By Judey Kalchik 21 days ago in Poets
Times grow darker as we navigate the interregnum between the Old World and the World to Come. * What you are seeing is an empire dying.
By David Muñoz21 days ago in Poets
My father is a liar. When you meet him at the sore, sweet manners he will deplore. The charm painted on thick. I warn you of his ire.
By Laura Lann21 days ago in Poets
Osteo-Arthritis Please Find A cure I dread the nights arthritis pain from 2018 life hasn’t been the same can’t sleep pain from toes to knee
How many layers Constitute acceptable? What fabric is most modest? If my underwear is antique are my values antiquated?
By K.B. Silver 21 days ago in Poets
I used to feed jealousy like a stray cat little bites of my attention, a soft “it’s fine,” a scroll at midnight with my jaw clenched.
By Milan Milic21 days ago in Poets
