There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
There was a time When I lived in aesthetics. Coffee, sat on a ledge, Caught under the summer sun Of a day already growing hot.
By Silver Dauxabout an hour ago in Poets
The way I write It sounds melodic Planet earth became demonic Gods green earth Is what It Is Calling out the ones I’ll diss
By Haychie_Artistabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
If you live in America and you feel really bad about the problems in this country today then no matter what political viewpoint you have
By Justiss Goodeabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I was visiting beautiful Glacier National Park. it should have been the trip of a lifetime. in many ways, it was, but not fully.
By Seema Patelabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Human life is brief, for some, it is even shorter. Everybody deserves to dance to their own tune, justify their own time.
Once Upon a Poet’s Dream It wasn’t sleep, it was spark, words kicking walls in the dark, lines that bit, lines that burned,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 11 hours ago in Poets
Tiny crowns, frilly dresses What’s the source of your obsession? You say isn’t she cute? What does that really mean to you?
By Raine Fielderabout 16 hours ago in Poets
The horrors of humanity have never been more televised. A novel tragedy thrums through waves reaching my eyes and ears any time I flip on a TV.
By Lolly Vieiraabout 16 hours ago in Poets
I have often taught myself. But life’s lesson is to learn from others.
By Ophelia Keane Braedenabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Evil Watches As We Burn High in the wounded sky the eye appears, A terrible circle of living fire, Red and orange flames twist through the clouds,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 17 hours ago in Poets
