There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
They painted me as a woman, My skin three shades of porcelain too fair. I became what I sought to avoid, My body a canvas nightmare.
By Meg3 years ago in Poets
Blue jeans tighter, friend? May I sit next to you then? I hope you like me.
By Diane Michelle Campbell3 years ago in Poets
A writing empire Here I lay the foundation Who to share it with?
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Haikus from my dome Sitting on a sapphire throne Yet, I'm all alone
Often forgotten Usually just left out Everything to some.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Beyond peacock blue heaves the blue-black nothingness strangely familiar
By Shobha Gallagher3 years ago in Poets
Fall asleep, arise Shower, eat, work, exercise Soundtrack of my life
By Marie Rowena3 years ago in Poets
Warm December days. We smile up at the blue sky; the water rises.
By Katie3 years ago in Poets
Often forgotten perhaps just hidden for most to some, everything.
Sky blue sets me free Ocean Blue brings calm to me Heart blue, misery.
By Janet Freedland3 years ago in Poets
Keep me up at night I filter you through glass now Missing the sky hues
How could the rich be So cold to the poor; their hearts Must be frozen blue.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Poets
