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 Marie381Uk about 3 hours 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 365poetryabout 3 hours 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 Lombardiabout 6 hours 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
By Marie381Uk about 10 hours ago in Poets
We were unloading groceries from our car trunk.. She must have noticed us, identifying us as Indians, just like her.
By Seema Patelabout 10 hours 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.about 17 hours 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 abualyaanartabout 23 hours 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 365poetrya day 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 Patela day 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 Marie381Uk a day 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 Lacksonena day 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,
