There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I pledge allegiance not to a flag as object, but to the people it was meant to shelter— to the unfinished promise buried beneath ash, rhetoric, and fear.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)29 days ago in Poets
Though perhaps not of consequence, I feel it behooves and makes sense For me to notify, herein, Those who'll read my words and take in
By Dana Crandell29 days ago in Poets
Public Notice: Allegiance Update This notice is issued to correct a widespread misuse of allegiance. Allegiance is not owed
A fluttering puddle on concrete We draw closer, the pigeon's eyes roll tucked into its neck trapped alive We gawk, grotesque, strolling past
By Michele Nampalli30 days ago in Poets
Bottle up feelings instead of sharing, Be the doormat and obsequios person Your narcissist parents or employer wants you to be.
By Sid Aaron Hirji30 days ago in Poets
Dying doesn't feel unnatural. But I guess it depends on the kind of dying. Is it young? Is it suffering? Is it old and ready to go?
By Vitaline Bretagne30 days ago in Poets
When I was younger, I didn't have the words 'Tomboy', they called me I said 'I am a boy' but still 'Tomboy', they called me
By Sapphire Ravenclaw30 days ago in Poets
So you wish to be a king? First, there’s something you must know… How not to be a king is written down below. ***
By Simon George30 days ago in Poets
It was 1998, perhaps 1968 - he said this is what his parents did, he will own the home - he will!! He said you can't tell me what to do!
By 365poetry30 days ago in Poets
Beep beep … Attention all sentient, semi-sentient, and tentatively curious life forms in nearby galaxies: This is a formal advisory regarding Planet Earth, otherwise known as the Third Rock from the Sun
By Susan Fourtané 30 days ago in Poets
Before they ever came for any of them I was screaming at the gate Before they took the first immigrant I was bellowing in the street
By Sai Marie Johnson30 days ago in Poets
First, clear a space in the center of your chest. Do not mistake this for a vacuum; It is an altar built from the grit of desert sand
