There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I move my hands slowly, Do we sing and win teasing the edges with the gentle lines of my fingertips that mark me as individual.
By Paul Stewart9 days ago in Poets
Cold Quiet Dip Before Sleep Ice waits in the white bath, still as a held breath, A woman lowers herself slowly, testing the silence of water.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
She Knows What She Wants She walks forward with a steady gaze, Dark hair resting against a coat rich and deep. Blue eyes bright with thought and decision,
Even in darkness, there’s light. It hides behind mountains and dying trees. It takes its time to rise but its presences
By Dean Traylor9 days ago in Poets
I. Darkness is the man who doesn’t know himself. The one who think he stands in the light with a foot planted on the edge
I have a trio of health amulets: cloth mask, pair of gloves, pair of socks. all made of cotton, and they act as barriers.
By Seema Patel9 days ago in Poets
My little son gave me a rock today, nobody dares call it meaningless, for I know it's worth. He is mere 3.5 in age,
I notice every speck of dust and dirt. Everywhere. I can't turn it off. I can't ignore it. If it's in my view, I notice
By Madison "Maddy" Newton9 days ago in Poets
We Do Not Want World War Three The mothers stand at windows tonight, quiet, listening for distant thunder, Not from the sky, but from men who move pieces across maps and oceans,
That’s a $15 slipper from a shop, and it will save me thousands in health. How? Let me share the connection.
War has started, news of people dying brings goosebumps, sends shivers down the spine. Only the age, gender, position
We awaken to a surveillance state being constructed before our very eyes, our faces and posts and lives gathered into 'lovely little databases,'
By David Muñoz9 days ago in Poets
