There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Is it too much to ask for that I’ll someday find a country song kind of love? The kind that moves your soul, Pierces your heart with longing for something so real?
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews3 years ago in Poets
Analysis complete Symptoms in check Terminology, Labeling, Defining Is this Me? Do I have this? Am I this? Am I my own diagnosis?
By David Pearson3 years ago in Poets
Twas the night before Christmas and all the the house not even a word was spoken. C is for a clause; H is for a home; R is for rising wishes;
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Snowflakes fell We watched in astonishment Their peaceful cascade Landing without a sound But causing a ripple An array of responses
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
"On that Tuesday, after that Monday" I was constantly reminded of "Not crying on Sundays." It's not our job to play God, nor to force our beliefs on someone else.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
What power in my life do I hold? As the days go by and I begin to grow old How do I keep my heart from growing cold? ...
People try to change the names of things They try to prove that they're progressive Changing things' names so people don't know
The years have sped by, Memories fading into the background, Except on those special days, When I remember you’re no longer around.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
I’m always alone here with all the voices in the air they told me I had bipolar and some schizoaffective disorder is this the reason why I write?
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I am a lost soul begging for change at stop lights holding cardboard signs written with pain I am a wealthy fool filling lies with gold
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
Kindred spirit, torn between worlds, You’re like my younger self learning all the tough lessons once more, We did our time, paid for our crimes,
i didn't sleep a wink last night i cannot tell you why at the edge of slumber there i lay feeling neither low nor high
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
