There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
If one sees Sisyphus as content, Elated In his languish, his anguish, his torment Its unchanging nature Its unceasing way
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
I stood. "Your honor is it too late for me to testify judging by the look in your eye you are wondering who I am. I bore the plaintiff a daughter
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Poets
there's a dead man at McDonald's and i’m not telling any lies he had half a fuckin junior burger but he didn't touch his fries
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
The world stops for nothing grief does not slow the turn of the Earth sorrow can’t make the bills disappear pain doesn’t stop
By Abby Jacobsen3 years ago in Poets
“What’s the matter, hon?” He always asks, every time. “It’s all just too much” I don’t have the words to express what’s wrong.
By Allison Rice3 years ago in Poets
The whistling winds of winter wail As frosted flakes fall fast and frail. Coating the Earth with thick, cold glitter That amasses itself on the descendants of Hitler.
By Arthur Armstrong3 years ago in Poets
She falls and trips down the walkway, Stumbling and staggering from all she drank, I hear her loud laughter as I pass her by,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Dedicated, Drake will do anything to help you Reliable, he will always be there for you Amazing, he is truly an amazing person
By Mea Cho3 years ago in Poets
--- Phraseology of an adult. A grown-up appearance. An epidermic adulthood. A just-visual experience. That inner kid is present,
By Anthi Psomiadou3 years ago in Poets
Some times I feel sad when I do not seem to matter to the people around me online and in person. I just want to make a living doing what I love to do.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
What do I do to get ready for Winter. These are mainly chores that I do during the late Fall From raking and gathering the leaves that accumulate
There’s work to be done Later we can have fun Emotions and desires Stuffed down To the point of drowning In our own fear
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
