There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Cheats prevail. Children are taught otherwise, of course. Teachers share- Fairy-tales at circle time About virtue winning through.
By River and Celia in Underland 4 days ago in Poets
Distant thunder rolls Over the winter garden Birds take flight in turn Expectant twigs swell Desire does not wait for spring
By Laura Hanson Reber4 days ago in Poets
Breathe -- Are we at war? With nature receiving less As more promises
By Dan-O Vizzini4 days ago in Poets
In the approach of serious matters, rhyme is a distraction that only clatters hollow, noisy emphasis on endings, even if it causes the middle’s rending.
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Sirens split the dawn two mothers hush the same prayer one sky over both
By Tamas Csokas5 days ago in Poets
The streetlamp’s amber glow returns, steady as a promise, its light a compass for the wandering, the weary, the brave. Together you paint new verses on the city’s skin—
By Forest Green5 days ago in Poets
A house made of steel‑bones and winding alleys, where laughter once rang like a subway’s hymn, you felt the sudden hush of a shuttered storefront—
I move my hands slowly, Do we sing and win teasing the edges with the gentle lines of my fingertips that mark me as individual.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Poets
Cold Quiet Dip Before Sleep Ice waits in the white bath, still as a held breath, A woman lowers herself slowly, testing the silence of water.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
She Knows What She Wants She walks forward with a steady gaze, Dark hair resting against a coat rich and deep. Blue eyes bright with thought and decision,
Even in darkness, there’s light. It hides behind mountains and dying trees. It takes its time to rise but its presences
By Dean Traylor5 days ago in Poets
I. Darkness is the man who doesn’t know himself. The one who think he stands in the light with a foot planted on the edge
