There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
I'm not gonna belittle I'm not gonna undermine I dare to live I'm not gonna just try I'm not gonna complain
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 days ago in Poets
You are a fish, your species likes clear water. You observed, you found patterns, you read; you gained wisdom.
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
A mother and her four children Are awoken By the sounds of a door bashed in with all the might of a man in a mask In a kevlar vest,
By Jebus! 4 days ago in Poets
💙💗💗 .💗💗.💗💗💗 💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗 💙❤🌹 LOVE 🌹💛💗 💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗 💚💚💚 .💗💚 💚💚💛 💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗🌹💗
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS4 days ago in Poets
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
whataboutery came for me, barging boldly, bleating if you care about this you couldn’t possibly care about that. as if care’s capacity is capped
By ali4 days ago in Poets
She wanders through life being told she can be anything she wants. Only if she fights for it, only if she fucks for it "Brave" men stare from the sidelines of the zeitgeist and wish they could do more—
By Edward Swafford4 days ago in Poets
I watched it all grow and then slowly wilt, back into nothing a cycle introduced, a pattern to be followed. - I nursed it back to health, burning late nights,
By Reece Beckett4 days ago in Poets
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
