social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Transcending thoughts
Transcending thoughts together with plots of words of yours always circling something that is half-truth somewhere in between the fluid of it all I found my own different wave to hang on to create far away from another mind and thoughts
God is a rainbow
God is a rainbow a kaleidoscope of colours all lights all shades arrayed in beauty. All promise, all thought, all action
Daniel HooksPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLet's spend the day
Let's spend the day Talking Without Words, sounds Just sitting Being present In your presence Never seems Enough Time, energy
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDark and Lonely, The Abyss
Dark and lonely the abyss Emptiness, only the mist Eternal, the clock ticks Immortal seconds, sticks Tracks of mine, serpentine
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWould You Like A Side Of GUILT With That, Honey?
When families gather together Lovely intentions abound, But between all the hugs and the platters Minefields and daggers are found.
Donna ReneePublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
nail in the coffin
you were held on puppet strings while I was assigned wipe other people’s butts even though I had more knowledge in my head
Mescaline BrissetPublished 4 months ago in Poets - Top Story - November 2023
Thanksgiving Perspectives
Invaders starved, many had died, Natives gifted them aid. Pilgrims after, with greed conspired, Their gracious help betrayed.
J. S. WadePublished 4 months ago in Poets Identity
Strikingly handsome, his sensitive countenance betrayed his distinct AI identity in a world brimming with humans. -----
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWho Are You Today
Who are you today among the tall dying trees Heaving their lives along a pathway to the sky Ordained to live your life lacking most of the keys
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 4 months ago in Poetsencouraging punches
soon the hand woven threads of time will reduce to blackened memories and the kindly punches won't stop the final crows calls from
incunabula
I was wandering around for no reason I found all the worms right under my nose their transformation from larva to ladybug
Mescaline BrissetPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhen I Meet the Gods I Will Scream; For I Have A Lot to Say
When I meet the Gods I will scream, for I have a lot to say. Of all the things you made life with, you make us out of clay?
Rosie J. SargentPublished 4 months ago in Poets