There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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 19 hours ago in Poets
Last night I had the picture of you beside me on my bed, as I lay my burdens at the "FEET" of the person sitting next to me !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
italics - men's perspective bold - women's perspective I hope she looks like she does in her profile pic. I hope he's actually nice and treats me with respect.
By CT Idlehousea day ago in Poets
Who enrolled me in the program to................... "get pregnant" !? Who did that most stupidest thing !? Well, they would say the future is important, but who keeps enrolling me in things that makes NO sense !?
So today right, I saw like a stain on a clothing ITEM !? I'm thinking, I didn't wash it properly !?... I'm known to be the worst person in LIFE, the WORST !!
The sky hums, A metal wasp, While the neighborhood holds its breath. — Global Conflict Tracker
By Archery Owl a day ago in Poets
Introduction Just a bit of observational fun in a humorous ghazal before I go to Scotland. The music is "Down and Out", the best song from "And Then There Were Three" and appropriate for this (in my opinion) by Genesis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Poets
My Sheeba, the Star of Our Hearts In the golden glow of afternoon light, Sheeba, the corgi, was a joyful sight. With a wagging tail and spirit so free,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
there's more of us than there is of them but no one wants to go first yet something has to happen before it gets
By Brena day ago in Poets
In Her Sister’s Shadow She stood behind bright laughter. Her sister gathered the light. Rooms turned to the shining one.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira2 days ago in Poets
Empty chairs and morning haze, Every life a journey, Too much sitting silent, Things to do before we fly, Take time to chat a spell,
By Jamye Sharp2 days ago in Poets
