There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I can't do this anymore When I am all alone. Walking and riding on the bus to your home, The neighbourhood is poverty- stricken;
By Caitlin Charlton15 minutes ago in Poets
Remember Me One Day When silence folds around your name, And life no longer feels the same, Will something stir inside your chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
Once upon a dry stick of hope, When empathy is gone, Told to cope with pains and falls Until we snap under bricks Meant to keep us safe from uncertainty.
By Caitlin Charltonabout 2 hours ago in Poets
We got taxed to death during droughts and famine While you built your famed Industrial Revolution But your history books never clarified the causal connection
By Aza Y Alamabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Swirl That Would Not Settle It pulls me in, this restless turning field, A spinning thought that never finds its end,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
So now we at the crossroads of life, we at the bargaining stages - the way out of the "extra - ordinary" things we have received through PEOPLE !?
By 365poetryabout 10 hours ago in Poets
The Hand Of Fatima Talisman The hand of Fatima hangs where I can feel it, not see it. Cool to touch, then part of me, like it has always been there.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 14 hours ago in Poets
written 1/26/2026 Marinated a couple of months and retitled to TESTIFY with a couple of edits on 3/25/2026. I hope you like:
By Victor Mendezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
I long for a slow news day. You know the kind. - A story about a dog that behaves like a person. A day when death and destruction are treated as serious events, not constant background noise.
By Paul Stewartabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Total fear grips me in the darkness Remember, I must be quiet Alone in this cell, is it days, weeks? Fear, grips me, makes me tremble
By Alexandra Grantabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The sorriest daisy Apologizing to the grass Just for casting a shadow Blurting bitter contrition To the soil and Sand For soaking up water
By K.B. Silver about 19 hours ago in Poets
It Never Forgets Some say the rose remembers, though silence veils its breath, it gathers every whisper, it studies love and death.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 20 hours ago in Poets
