There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Messages come through. Their gray ones are on the left. My right ones are blue.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
A big, white, letter A symbol for a platform Surrounded by Blue
As you glide through the supermarket aisles of human souls, swiping right for yes and left for no, you whet your lips and ask yourself , what's on offer today at the human buffet?
By Rachel Lightfoot3 years ago in Poets
The color purple is royal. Red's the Mother. 🤱 But who's the Father? 👨
A painful aching December's finally here Sweet Release at last
MENtal Health A man should never cry nor shed that tear Is what I was told when I stood here Shoulders up a smile on your face
By Robert Scheck3 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Is a black Queen... An imperfect Goddess... A gray Day that still shows the sun at least once an hour... My Mother
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Join me -----In Silence----- Hold my hand -----oh so tight----- Shoulders are meant for -----you, me, the community-----
By Jay,when I write3 years ago in Poets
Grooming Bad word Evil connotations The evil deeds of evil men Too dark for most to fathom Too grotesque for a common criminal mind to commit
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
I’m intrigued, as I walk down an old gravel track, At the old building I glimpse off in the distance, Years of standing here alone,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
“Cannabis” A Poem By C.M. Richards WARNING: contains drugs and their use and may not be suitable for all readers.
By Chris M Richards3 years ago in Poets
I no longer tear myself apart into separate parts and pieces, As if I am a machine; Made up of broken faulty cogs, bolts, and with a glass heart.
By Natasha Harrison3 years ago in Poets
