There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It’s a special place, this little tile I call home On its own it’s not much, but with its neighbors A vibrant city they form
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
I'm parked on Nebraska ave Irony of ironies. Magic hour: The sun is still out but the streetlights are on The sky is blue.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
With every waking moment, Every tiny movement, Even the smallest of mice, There is a beat that rings out louder than any drum you can beat,
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Poets
The season of man versus nature. D is for deer of course E is for entertaining yet E is for enterprising R is for reasons for
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
My still, unbeating heart, I guess it’s been stolen. I’m see through as a ghost, insects through my colon. I rise beyond my grave, a dead man’s walking.
By Desmond Razzano3 years ago in Poets
You are not weird You feel like you are so you hide behind a mask you've done it for so long you forget the mask isn't you
By Amethyst Hayes3 years ago in Poets
All kinds of weather especially in the South. You can have all in one day- sunny and humid that turns to rainy and thunderstorms; then
There is no "one" to define it. No syllables strung to signify. How does "One" define a demon? By sight? By sound?
By Melle3 years ago in Poets
she saw all the good bands back in their day of course watched all the good bands pretty much from their source she saw them in surf club
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
I. They call her slave. My heirloom - generational trauma lineage complicated Over waters shackled naked No longer sacred
By Bravely Worded💟3 years ago in Poets
The call came today Just a short while ago Said you won't be coming back They weren't sure what transpired, But I already know.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews3 years ago in Poets
The revolution is rising. I can feel it in my blood The power builds within Can you feel it hum? . The power surges.
