social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day, Another day of torture, Another day to sigh. Why life has been scourging, Devouring all the light,
Umama ZahirPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSoulful Serenade
In the garden of love, where hearts intertwine, Devid and Lousy's romance is simply divine. Their story unfolds like a graceful serenade,
Waseem ChemPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
Storm
the skies greyed the winds chilled the thunder came the storm blew in and all i could do was be my lightning rod self
Poison
What an I doing? Looking at you When I know that I shouldn't A fatal attraction I guess I picked my poison You really bring out the worst in me
Josh MorganPublished 4 months ago in Poetsthe emerald mountain needs no worshippers
the emerald mountain needs no worshippers those who make the pilgrimage look on with envious eyes mischief and ambition that they cannot disguise
The Price I Pay
I knew you were the one the first day I met you. Beautiful; you were always my favorite view. But you were the mansion; I was the trailer park.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 months ago in Poetsthe land was quiet once
the land was quiet once the light of the stars were cold as iron still life persisted madmen start to believe in hope again
another effing masterpiss
this is our sentence effective immediately and we, effete, as if molten waxen effigies are incapable of no more efforts
Character study: Split rivers
To investigate the sum of all of your parts, the true meaning of your identity, ideas, emotional joys and malaise, some people look to multiple facets to understand that whole. As a writer, I have explored myself in my work. I keep the character separate with their own history, dilemmas, hopes and dreams. However, the deep roots of creating realistic characters has a vein that crawls close to my heart. Here is series of haiku that represents parts of who I am, what I represent and hope to give to others, and my deep personal perspective on my identity.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAnxiety's Grasp
It webs and crawls up my throat like a knife, It claims my voice and invades my life, It fidgets and festers, blisters and peels,
Laura LannPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYūgen
Fo Paul's latest challenge "Least and most favourite words -You can join in here: "Love”– Like a Bee without an ovipositor.
Celia in UnderlandPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWorldwide Wellbeing and Pandemics
In the domain where microorganisms dance, a quiet conflict unfurls, Pandemics hold our globe, as an immortal story is told.