There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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 Patel5 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" Newton6 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,
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
That’s a $15 slipper from a shop, and it will save me thousands in health. How? Let me share the connection.
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
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 Muñoz6 days ago in Poets
Gasoline costs more since Trump started his Iranian war Washington state is always higher, because here, all our awesome benefits
By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Poets
They drop the bombs And claim we all had agreed It's nothing but lies
By Mollie Harrison6 days ago in Poets
The Last Account of Nelly Dean They speak her name now in quiet rooms. Not with love, not with anger, but with a careful tone.
The Night Before the Rope The corridor settles into silence. Iron doors closed, the sound of keys long gone. He sits on the narrow bed and watches the lantern light
As light breaks the rule of the night and the quiet reconvenes until the cycle completes once more, we rise. Malaise denotes the theme of the day of the life we find ourselves no longer a passenger in.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Poets
