There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Inhale. Exhale... Inhale. Hold. I would move forward but I'm too brittle. So I stay here, Leaning, with the crutch that cripples.
By Mihnea Dumitru3 years ago in Poets
Have you ever walked into a room, To see a cat staring at something you cannot see, They say cats can see ghosts, That are invisible to you and me.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
riding her story into the storm an experienced veteran of a life designed by the hands of a widow who purged her goodbyes
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
A name of any other still a rose, Spoken, whispered, written in prose. A handle given by others, Family friends mates, brothers.
By Owen Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Lately I've been feeling weighed down by all this baggage And there's a lot to unpack So many buckles Locks with no keys
By Shaye B.3 years ago in Poets
Cindy had a head like a half sucked mango but there was nothing that she wouldn't do she had an awesomely hot body and she knew how to use it too
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
O child of destruction why do you weep? Even though you dropped the seed, it was humanity that watered and nurtured their own detriment.
By A. Nguyen3 years ago in Poets
I searched for you Inside the Darkness of the world... I've hungered to have you near my heart... God of Love and The Son of God...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
The miracles of the written word, Allowing you to live loudly within your dreams, Travel the astral plane, Sliding joyfully down the holy white moonbeams.
Maybe I Am Hungry... Maybe I Am Anxious... My stomach Is Turning In Circles... Man what Is He Cooking? Having
When I look in the mirror. What do I see? It's clear, I've been sincerely, viewing these dear streets ... Check the picture scene
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
I got a Louis Vuitton bag With Chanel On my Feet… I’m tired Of all These personalities With Nike… I have to Renew
