There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Processing Pain Through the Unique Lens Provided by My Tormentors * Everyone knew better than I did, Accusing me of things
By Moon Deserta day ago in Poets
A/N: No snakes were harmed in the writing of this song/poem. He rolls his eyes When I tell him I'm a grown woman. That says more about you,
By CT Idlehousea day ago in Poets
I said what I said - you are a dumb ....... s ........s !!! I did what I did, you ain't smarter than me !? Plus, we know all the things that's happening in the STREET !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
They Came From The Dark Side Of The Moon They came when the sky held its breath in silence, When even the stars seemed afraid to be seen,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Poets
How do you know if these are my real words? Is it like when you know what caused your heart to break? Too cliché.
By Paul Aaron Domenick2 days ago in Poets
We humans are resilient Our coping skills are brilliant In times of stress and danger We make friends with a stranger
By Leslie Writes2 days ago in Poets
Here are things that are confusing to ME !? I have NO children !? I won't have children !? I am not a mother, with children !? I am not pregnant, a mother - with children !? I am not the wife, of a pregnant mother - with children !? I am going to "SIT" and try to understand "WHO" is confused !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I am going to share some things I learnt over the past YEAR !? People "thinks" I am important - not really, not interested !?
I always try to be there for friends and will offer advice or a shoulder to lean on. People almost always keep things to themselves but it is better to at least talk to someone to deal with what the issues are.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Poets
The street was cold, rain falling like silver needles, London was a gray dream. In the heart of the city, under a small stone arch,
By Hazrat Umer2 days ago in Poets
Rarely has anyone heard my "help" . onto a father, a little daughter in fear hoovering her head just enough to keep her neck from leaning against the offered belly of Cronus the Goliath, as if it would be a space to rest...
By Iris V.2 days ago in Poets
This is my voice, my face, my song, my lyrics all created, written, & edited by me, Vicki Lawana Trusselli FYI for doubters and negative responses, this is me!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 days ago in Poets
