#poetryforchange

[rumiwrites]

[petit-atelier-de-poesie]

21 mars. Journée de la poésie. « Pay with a poem »

[gr2humss12-4]

Poetry, a powerful voice for change. Through rhythmic verses and poignant words, these poems illuminate the social issues that shape our world. From inequality to environmental concerns, each line carries a message of awareness and empathy. Let your heart be moved, your mind be awakened, as you delve into the depths of these thought-provoking verses. Join me on this poetic journey of reflection and inspiration. 🌍✨ (PART 2 OF 2)

#PoetryForChange

[witchpossessinghozier]

Not your daughter

A woman is gang raped,

Her body burnt to ashes.

Because you think of her

First as a sex object

And then as evidence of your crime.

A body which contained a soul,

Full of joys and sorrow,

Flaws and imperfections.

Full of life.

But no, you reduce her

To a mere object.

Now, it's the media's turn.

" India's daughter"

They call her.

"Nirbhaya" [Translation: Fearless]

They christen her.

Stop.

Just stop.

We are not ideals

For you to romanticise.

We are not objects

Designed for your pleasure.

We are not India's daughters

We are just human.

We do not want to be idealised

Or put on a pedestal.

All we want

Is to live

Fearlessly.

-by Ocean

[ofcoffeeconversations]

You kill

You bomb

We stone

pebble by pebble

We reason

every time

You murder

We protest

We cry

We raise voice

You blabber

You lie

We stand

We stay

We die

We wake up

We fight

We fight

You jeer

You dance

You cheer

You murder

We throw rocks

We sob

but not lose hope

We resist

We tear -- up but not apart

You censor

You silent

voices, people, feelings,

blood that runs through our hearts

You buy

dummies, countries, leaders

We resist, we stand, we stay, we fight

We old

We young

We children--

we sleep with fingers in our ears,

get handcuffed with smiles

correct you at the stake of our lives

Here's the difference between you and us

Your missiles

Your iron dome

Your bombs

Your blasts

not Your land

not Your people

Our 22 year olds

Our childhood

Our youth.

You take away our lives

We die on Our land.

(for my Palestinian brothers and sisters)

[zaaraofthesea]

Sometimes I feel like Auden. What can this craft do? When the sun is low on me, I ask myself again and again as I feel writing slip away from me. What can these words do? What can I do? And then, just like Auden, I write and write, anyway. If it runs away, this craft, my art, it's the only thing I'll ever run after. If it slips, I'll reach out.

And one day, maybe I'll have the answer, but until then I'm going to do something with these words, going to speak, write, listen and spread the word. And act. Act now.

The sun rises.

[galerie-pocitu]

Je samozřejmě velmi krásné, když vás chlapec pozve na kávu. Ještě krásnější ale je, když ji zaplatí básní. 

[gr2humss12-4]

Poetry, a powerful voice for change. Through rhythmic verses and poignant words, these poems illuminate the social issues that shape our world. From inequality to environmental concerns, each line carries a message of awareness and empathy. Let your heart be moved, your mind be awakened, as you delve into the depths of these thought-provoking verses. Join me on this poetic journey of reflection and inspiration. 🌍✨ (PART 1 OF 2)

#PoetryForChange