There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
This is what it means to BURN - never to exist !? This is what it means to burn, to never exist !? The way in which our lives accept the little things in LIFe !
By 365poetryabout 2 hours ago in Poets
My name is Carol, I laugh, smile, and cry, I can sing, Dance, And my best qualities are my caring nature, and my good heart;
By Carol Ann Townendabout 3 hours ago in Poets
When was the moment I was no longer a child? There’s what the law says, there’s what family says… and then there’s what I say.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 3 hours ago in Poets
It did not vanish with a single stroke, no final curtain fell upon the stage. Instead, the light just thinned, the promise broke
By Meko James about 3 hours ago in Poets
Neglect, clear twenty years ago, resulted in the loss of invaluable lessons that shaped the future. Back then, nobody knew it yet,
By Moon Desertabout 3 hours ago in Poets
During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !? During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !?
By 365poetryabout 5 hours ago in Poets
~ i chew bullets in my dreams wake to nightmares, gums are bleeding, 'pull the fucking trigger' whines my metaled teeth,
By Heather Hublerabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Blow Wind Blow Blow wind blow, not across the trees, not across the roofs, come for me instead, I am standing here like something left behind,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 12 hours ago in Poets
One of the nicest colleagues, I have ever got, was a Muslim girl, a Palestinian refugee. The two month I worked with her,
By Seema Patelabout 17 hours ago in Poets
In the quiet of a house that once felt like a wind‑choked forest, the walls breathe in a rhythm only the floorboards remember.
By Forest Greenabout 20 hours ago in Poets
To wake, with sweat and thick shame pressed to your back, is a diabolical beginning to each passing month. We slip from bed, clenching abdomen and bedding, and tiptoe to the bathroom, wary not to wake the man beside us.
By Kera Hollowabout 20 hours ago in Poets
I, the partner of this joyous realm, walk barefoot on galaxies, collecting stardust from the hem of your skirts, turning it into verses that tumble like fireworks in the night.
By Forest Greenabout 21 hours ago in Poets
