There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Mankind is Icarus and our own pride is the wind that deafened him as he flew, drowning out any other thoughts or sensibilities
By Donny Foley3 days ago in Poets
The man next door always smiles. Blue-collar life suits him? "Gratitude," he explained. "Others have it harder." Into my hand he pressed a pendant with a sun and moon on a cord.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
The first warm day of the year And I return from the store Sweating lightly in my t-shirt and shorts Waiting for the air to kick in
By Gene Lass3 days ago in Poets
“A soap impression of his wife That he ate and donated to the National Trust” - John Lennon “Happiness is a Warm Gun”
“Whatever happened to that lovely hippie shit?” -Ray High “Psychoderelict” a rock opera by Pete Townshend > > In 1970, Jackson Browne
An old black man sidles across the street Black suit, white tie Folded newspaper in his hand > He swings his arm and fans the paper behind him
Some people think no one will notice when their prose comes factory fresh But every contest has its bloodhounds sniffing out that glossy mesh
By Sara Wilson3 days ago in Poets
I. The quiet of the day as the sky grows shades of gray. That’s the loudest noise where once the Children would play.
By Dean Traylor3 days ago in Poets
About 20-years old, I noticed I love pornography !? I wanted dignity, but some people choose sexuality !? Some people choose the things that made them feel important, spending time with a person of little to NO... .......
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
The rubble fell with a thousand sheets of burning paper. - Floating bodies gliding through the bodies of water. - You woke up from that dream,
By Reece Beckett4 days ago in Poets
"Ma, I can't see you," Tanvir whispers. "I'm scared where are you? Ma? Ma, where are we going—" Ma clamps a hand over his mouth.
By Wen Xiaosheng4 days ago in Poets
