Call To Action by Top Critiquers Poems
#CallToAction
call to action by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:42am
13th Jan 2025 10:42am
Tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick and tired of hearing you
So much that I don't know what to do
I don't think you're handsome, pretty, or smart
I could find your personality cheap at the mini-mart
You think you're clever, funny, and kind
People like you make people like me lose our minds
I hate who you are, what you believe in, and stand what for
Being forced to be around you at any time is a chore
Everything you do, and everything you say
Makes me contemplate suicide every day
You do things so backwards, I don't even know where to start
I wish...
So much that I don't know what to do
I don't think you're handsome, pretty, or smart
I could find your personality cheap at the mini-mart
You think you're clever, funny, and kind
People like you make people like me lose our minds
I hate who you are, what you believe in, and stand what for
Being forced to be around you at any time is a chore
Everything you do, and everything you say
Makes me contemplate suicide every day
You do things so backwards, I don't even know where to start
I wish...
#anger
#CallToAction
#fiction
#frustration
#hate
83 reads
12 Comments
Her
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
6th Nov 2024 11:41am
My Thought for Today: Silence Kills
Most often, suffering happens behind closed doors. Whatever the reason, be it depression, anxiety, abuse, neglect, loneliness, shame, serious mental Illness, addiction or addictive behavior, anything that causes a person to suffer is usually difficult for someone to talk about, so reaching out can sometimes feel near impossible. As the suffering builds, the harder it seems to ask for help and can it can become a continuous loop of anguish. The perfect recipe for that one thought to creep in and grab hold. And when that happens the people in your life may not recognize the warning signs. ...
#CallToAction
#LifeChangingMoment
#suicide
141 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 3:43pm
28th Mar 2023 3:43pm
straight forward metaphor
do you see me brother?, why of course you do
I see your men of course I do
I see your plan
did you really think I would cross over?
no, really you didn't
you know better about me
I belong to him
my house will fall, I will burn if he orders
your dream is obscene
get off my block son
you're treading murky waters
no Luce, I am an underwater swimmer
I see in the dark without eyes
keep your offer I don't seek to rule with you
I didn't come for money
I am a royal soldier of old ...
I see your men of course I do
I see your plan
did you really think I would cross over?
no, really you didn't
you know better about me
I belong to him
my house will fall, I will burn if he orders
your dream is obscene
get off my block son
you're treading murky waters
no Luce, I am an underwater swimmer
I see in the dark without eyes
keep your offer I don't seek to rule with you
I didn't come for money
I am a royal soldier of old ...
#God
#angels
#CallToAction
336 reads
8 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:45pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:45pm
HOLDING POEMS PRISONERS
I
once read years ago
that most of us human
beings have one or more
poems held prisoners in
our minds, thoughts and souls.
IN
conversations we affirm quietly
to others, "I have a poem I've
been planning to write", or
scribble it on paper and then
toss it into the trash.
THE
number one reason most poems
are kept in solitary confinement
is we're afraid of what those outside
in the world of "Everybody else's work
is perfect" will say.
DARE
to release the poem or poems
you are...
once read years ago
that most of us human
beings have one or more
poems held prisoners in
our minds, thoughts and souls.
IN
conversations we affirm quietly
to others, "I have a poem I've
been planning to write", or
scribble it on paper and then
toss it into the trash.
THE
number one reason most poems
are kept in solitary confinement
is we're afraid of what those outside
in the world of "Everybody else's work
is perfect" will say.
DARE
to release the poem or poems
you are...
#CallToAction
114 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:56pm
26th Nov 2024 8:56pm
OUT WITH THE TRASH
They say that we have to learn to walk away. FROM the very deepness of the negativity. 😞 That has no real reason to be able to judge, you in your own thoughts and insight and spiritual subconsciousness. Yet they do 🤨🤔 YET why they dislike you and they have no real reason. THAT THEY CAN REALLY JUSTIFY, THE TRUTH OF THE REASON BEHIND THE REAL MOTIVE. 🤔 Fact check ✔️ For sure some people's are just creatures of habits. 🤨 AS we have took the time to notice, the kinds of mental mind games. THAT has stimulate the truth covering it up behind...
#CallToAction
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
75 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 5:55pm
13th Jan 2024 5:55pm
I don't give a rat's ass about the weather
I care about the planet
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
#anger
#storm
#CallToAction
#frustration
#LifeCycle
251 reads
21 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 6:36pm
19th Jun 2020 6:36pm
Breaking with White Solidarity
I am White, and racist
by systemic socialization
as well as personal ignorance—
it's not something I chose
but a cultural privilege
I was born into—and learned;
thus, cannot fully understand
the impact on Black Americans
this liberates me
from defending, deflecting, and denying
the racism that exists—
especially in me!
or, that I contribute by birth
to its...
by systemic socialization
as well as personal ignorance—
it's not something I chose
but a cultural privilege
I was born into—and learned;
thus, cannot fully understand
the impact on Black Americans
this liberates me
from defending, deflecting, and denying
the racism that exists—
especially in me!
or, that I contribute by birth
to its...
#LifeChangingMoment
#racism
#CallToAction #inequality
#CallToAction #inequality
709 reads
17 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 5:06pm
11th Jan 2025 5:06pm
Focus
Close your mind to truth.
Only think lies.
Wait for the world to come at you.
Demolish it with a surprise.
Don't tell God the truth.
He's a shitty guy.
Give him smoke and spoofs.
Bend over and hypnotize.
Cradle inside the web.
A monster full of eyes.
The spiders are in my bed.
Trying to shut my daughters eyes.
Only think lies.
Wait for the world to come at you.
Demolish it with a surprise.
Don't tell God the truth.
He's a shitty guy.
Give him smoke and spoofs.
Bend over and hypnotize.
Cradle inside the web.
A monster full of eyes.
The spiders are in my bed.
Trying to shut my daughters eyes.
#CallToAction
45 reads
3 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
27th Jul 2022 3:27pm
27th Jul 2022 3:27pm
Nose Candy Or Nose Ring
Bodies laid upon the battlefield as a many patch worked quilt
Our masters were proud of the loyalty and carnage, bearing no guilt
We wanted their possessions, while they wanted to control us
Our masters looked upon the continuous killing without an ounce of disgust
There were secrets being kept, conspiring between supposed opposing heads
Their destinies were forever entwined regardless of how many were reported dead
From their towers they watched tortures drawn out, along with head shots
Screaming warriors disemboweled, and left on the fields to rot ...
Our masters were proud of the loyalty and carnage, bearing no guilt
We wanted their possessions, while they wanted to control us
Our masters looked upon the continuous killing without an ounce of disgust
There were secrets being kept, conspiring between supposed opposing heads
Their destinies were forever entwined regardless of how many were reported dead
From their towers they watched tortures drawn out, along with head shots
Screaming warriors disemboweled, and left on the fields to rot ...
#humankind
#CallToAction
#inequality
251 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
5th Dec 2024 9:27pm
Bro-sencrantz and Shill-denstern
The mind gets boggled awful hard
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.
Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!
#CallToAction
#lies
#manipulation #tragedy
#manipulation #tragedy
122 reads
9 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
6th Dec 2022 2:38am
6th Dec 2022 2:38am
Purloined
I dig your poem.
that’s why I am stealing it.
love, Honoria.
that’s why I am stealing it.
love, Honoria.
#CallToAction
963 reads
41 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 12:52pm
10th Jul 2024 12:52pm
Indiscretions
Words are like crystals
of multifaceted rocks.
The words, secret come,
full of memories.
Insecure sail among us.
Since they are light and night.
Paraphernalia of meanings or
plethora of senses and nuances.
Vivid moments lost.
Panoply of possibilities.
In the language compendium
emerge as despots,
cruel, broken or mild,
helpless, innocent, light.
Who listens to them?
Who collects them
in their pure shells?
Evade among the foam,
Green, neutral and opalescent…
in joy they revive.
of multifaceted rocks.
The words, secret come,
full of memories.
Insecure sail among us.
Since they are light and night.
Paraphernalia of meanings or
plethora of senses and nuances.
Vivid moments lost.
Panoply of possibilities.
In the language compendium
emerge as despots,
cruel, broken or mild,
helpless, innocent, light.
Who listens to them?
Who collects them
in their pure shells?
Evade among the foam,
Green, neutral and opalescent…
in joy they revive.
#anger
#CallToAction
#forgiveness
#politics
#rebellion
133 reads
8 Comments
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