social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
he says he loves me
he says he loves me, but i just met him yesterday. he says he loves me, but i don’t know his name. he says he loves me
⸘jason alan‽Published 4 months ago in PoetsYear of the dragon
Dragons live forever, Says the song; Nicely put and clever, But it's wrong: Fire, scales and leather, Roar and poise -
Vadim KaganPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIs ignorance bliss?
Mind scattered, no resting place in sight. Insides reeking of stress, nights shorter and shorter, longer and longer.
Andie EmersonPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
consumption metta
at once you emerge from a mother's womb know the cosmic feast is a karmic debt may you be devoured, may you be consumed .
Morgana MillerPublished 4 months ago in Poets Prison of Pain
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIn My Way
It's hard to know what's right or wrong I bray Low-hanging fruit will smack my head instead When right seems wrong and wrong is in my way
Gerard DiLeoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Verses
Another day to craft a vivid Villanelle. One that hopefully will take social media by flight. A daily pursuit, leaving readers compelled.
P.E.P.
a critical mass of everything at once a unified chemical attraction cranial spallation is the price i will pay as parts of me feed this reaction
sausages (an ode)
sausages we all love them even vegans sausages never enough even vegans love them times I've heard the word sausages
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWaiting for Santa
I’m still waiting for Santa in my Santa suit I don’t have a chimney so I’m not sure how he’s planning to get in I left the door to the balcony open
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPro Patriarchy Mori
So swiftly they run to the dark’ning door, How swift they embrace the shadow-swept path, So soon they set sail for the most western shore.
Michael DarvallPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSquatting
a mattress on the floor Crass poster on the wall black and white tele on an upside down milk crate in the corner glad bag full of dirty washing