There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Temporarily Love, On Hold I placed us gently on a silent shelf, not broken, no, just paused mid breath, like something sacred, waiting in the dark,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
Introduction Found a lovely place to eat and drink in Alnwick. The host and staff are very welcoming and friendly. So I thought I would write a plagiaristic sonnet based on the things I saw in there:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 5 hours ago in Poets
From far above the whirring disturbs another night of restlessness. - Red eyes beaming straight through the rotten windowpane,
By Reece Beckettabout 5 hours ago in Poets
My Tits When I go to the store And buy a new shirt I have to think How it would look I have to wonder “Will people think I'm slutty For emphasizing my breasts?”
By J "Griffin" Roomsabout 8 hours ago in Poets
It feels like the weather is playing yo-yo. A few days back it was cold and dusty, desert winds blowing.
By Seema Patelabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Across two shadows cast by time, Two systems rise in different light— One born in chains of ownership, One forged in rules of state and right.
By Organic Products about 9 hours ago in Poets
Love has become so cheap, With the click of a button A heart appears on the screen. ❤️ And just as quickly is lost in the cacophony of words, images, memes.
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Tears Behind My Mask I wear a face that is not my own, stitched together with careful lies, a smile painted in steady lines,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
Traveler of Worlds Beyond I walked where the sky forgets its name, through doors that opened without a sound, past stars that bled into one another,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 15 hours ago in Poets
He speaks through his groin in the pale morning for the sake of leaving sparkling sperm on his man’s feet in the spartan room made for gods and
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 18 hours ago in Poets
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetryabout 18 hours ago in Poets
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever,” wrote John Keats in his 1818 poem 'Endymion'. Its words still hold true, always will.
By Seema Patelabout 18 hours ago in Poets
