There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In the beginning, his name was Nameless. In the end, his name was Adam. All that was left was the void of the Middle. So, fruit me your rib, seed inside my slits, jaw my rattling body.
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 days ago in Poets
Served up a feast Took hours to make, at least It was a full ten-course meal Full of seasoning and herbs Called a masterpiece, displaying some nerve
By Mother Combs4 days ago in Poets
There’s no animal chasing me No immediate threat But I can’t rest There’s no gun to my head It just feels like it And I’m trapped
By Leslie Writes4 days ago in Poets
Nearer My God To Thee The sea was quiet before the wound, A black stretch holding its breath, Steel confidence cut through the dark,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
One Bottle Of Beer Ruined My Life It started small, a harmless sip, A laugh, a night, a careless dare, The world was light, the air was thin,
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
Why I Write Dark Poetry, By A Lonely Man I write because the silence screams, Because the night will not release, Because the thoughts inside my head,
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
Life Extinction First the bees went, their hum replaced by a stillness that rang in the ears like grief. Then the rivers slowed,
S, M, and H Also known as giving your head a shake It’s an action, quite simple But often treated as laughable In the online world, at least
By Snarky Lisa5 days ago in Poets
I walked inside - she said: "what's up", as if I knew exactly who she was speaking of !? My WIFE !? I walked outside - he said: "yo mama" - I want you to ...........
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
🐰🐰🐰 Spring represents a cycle of rebirth, you see. A day about my Resurrection overshadowed by a damn bunny. Please do your research and say a prayer,
By Rain Dayze5 days ago in Poets
I have many degrees, high quality, but no job, situations did not allow it. And I am also repelled by being tethered to a cubicle,
By Seema Patel5 days ago in Poets
