There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Our inner city ghetto’s fail to offer any hope An economy that’s sadly based on robberies and dope Though businesses and industries won’t dream of moving in
By Earl W. Pearl12 days ago in Poets
I am NOT alive, why do assume I am !? I am not well, why do you assume I am !? I am nothing, why do you keep assuming I am something !?
By 365poetry12 days ago in Poets
Look at this image right here - woah, like woah !? Look at this image right here, I just cannot go to "Sunday's" corner without the hope of repentance....
when did it become a political statement to uphold the sanctity of life? to say out loud genocide is a godless crime ⋆｡𖦹°💥*ੈ✩‧💣°𖦹｡⋆
By K.B. Silver 12 days ago in Poets
I wake up to an explosion outside thin walls rumbling and cracking under pressure. - My tired body falls out out of bed
By Reece Beckett13 days ago in Poets
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 Domenick13 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 Combs13 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 Writes13 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 13 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,
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
