There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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
By George’s Girl 2026 13 days ago in Poets
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 Lisa13 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 365poetry13 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 Dayze13 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 Patel13 days ago in Poets
Do you have a person you are seeing !? This is usually the conversation !? Will you marry me comes after that - as I know, I am special !?
By 365poetry14 days ago in Poets
I should live in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - because my "HONEYMOON" was in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - ofcourse, I married the LOVE of my life - hoping we could be wives, if your'E that type of person - but maybe a husband will do !?
You will receive good fortune, it said. Just like, repost and tag a friend. It seems simple enough to attract good energy.
By EFBurns14 days ago in Poets
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
By George’s Girl 2026 14 days ago in Poets
Introduction I think this is a brilliant postcard design and inspired these words. It's not a poem, just a few lines of words.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 14 days ago in Poets
In summer, the saddest thing I have found, is one who, in taking wing for the first time, has fallen into deep water for too long,
By Natalie Wilkinson14 days ago in Poets
