There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I turned the drawer inside out again last night, fingers chasing dust and old receipts. The small gold band that once circled your finger
By John Smith9 days ago in Poets
Blue shoes and a fat lip, She's got a black eye from Wrestling a crackhead For her own credit card And a bad attitude from
By Silver Daux9 days ago in Poets
I believe in the power of lemon juice and powdered sugar a healthy drizzle draws the eye even law enforcement cannot deny
By K.B. Silver 9 days ago in Poets
It doesn't matter if you are at the airport before sunlight Because you are still going to miss your flight. From the outside looking in, this does not look fine
By Adrian Holman9 days ago in Poets
You are the problem. You are a bad boss. You shout at people who depend on this job. You call it leadership. It is not leadership. It is intimidation.
By Lana V Lynx9 days ago in Poets
Sitting here in the ashes of our sexual burnt out fire, Something that was big in the peak of our desire, Sexually for filling uncontrollably hot sex,
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
I feel a fire swirling, every swallowed word loosened, every silenced defense crescendoed into a symphony of courage.
By Eden Row9 days ago in Poets
Blasted blond basting in bourbon makes a scene Sloshing Seagram's Seven shots. Lady is loud, lamenting about
By Dean Traylor9 days ago in Poets
You cannot earn your way to heaven , But you can pave the road to hell . Sin before you’ve taken breath , Forgiven before you can tell .
By Logan Stanislaw10 days ago in Poets
Death… and the ponderment of its wandering concern. We cherish life, while in the same breath, deny its experience. The container of society looms ever-present over shoulder.
By Ly Anna10 days ago in Poets
with the path I walk I may never be wealthy but content within. Note: I am trying to earn by writing and selling my arts. Both are hard, but it's so healing. I can't imagine being in a stale air cubicle doing meaningless work, being bossed around.
By Seema Patel10 days ago in Poets
Lightening never strikes twice Lightening never strikes twice It hits once and moves on Wind cuts sharp through the silence
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
