There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
This is Bob. Bob believes in snacks, soft pillows, and absolutely no cardio. Long walks, absolutely not. Short walk to the treat jar, elite athlete.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
I've seen it short, tall - ugly, fat !? You name it - it's just exactly that !? I've seen it short, tall - pretty and ugly !? You name it - it's exactly that !? Exactly what, that !? That is what a human is - !? A "NAIL" !? A human has a nail, now I gotta start over from "scratch" !
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
. Seven. By Ross e f Lombardi . 60 seconds in "I don't really want to talk." "I'm ok" "I don't want to talk about it"
By Ross E Fortune Lombardia day ago in Poets
The Back Door Use the back door in my head to let yourself out. What with this filling my head with rubbish all about. I don’t need it? I want a simple life please
We were unloading groceries from our car trunk.. She must have noticed us, identifying us as Indians, just like her.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets
The windows were washed out, the hallways were long, A chorus of voices sang only one song. They said “Bring your culture, your spirit, your name!”
By Siege A.2 days ago in Poets
A house keeps every word you thought dissolved into air. The morning after, the doorknob flinched. at every draft— as if your hand might return
By abualyaanart2 days ago in Poets
I know my own name, and I also know my own face !? I know where I came from, who my life was, and also where I went to school !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Holi, the festival of colors, is here again. People will celebrate, splash, oblivious to the risks. Let me give you a snapshot
By Seema Patel3 days ago in Poets
Color The World The sun spills gold across the open fields, And laughter rises warm in summer air. Bright petals lift their faces to the sky,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Muscles ache, the old joints hurt, The memory starts to fade. More things start to fall apart With every new decade. Eyes grow dim, and now you limp.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
When Kama Knocked I got the kiss, the punch, and the bruises, Your love was a blade wrapped in a promise, I wore the purple proof beneath my silence,
