There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Scrolling Our Lives Away Our lives zombified through gadgets and gizmos TeLIEvisions, laptops, desktops, mobile phones
By Filza Chaudhry3 years ago in Poets
Hey beautiful souls — How’s it going? Is your inner crescendo getting louder by the day? Is your 9 to 5 just not cutting your monthly pay?
awaken by a mother’s cry and a father’s prayer, hushed whispers to their broken seed to be a strong weed. rise when trampled, smash when kicked.
By Nara Ree3 years ago in Poets
Just like a lily shining in a mountain stream. You are shining on my first song. Is there a victory here? Whose victory is it?
By Wimble Huhman3 years ago in Poets
dawn teased Earth resentful, numbers rise- sullen whispers nonchalantly announcing keep the order of home to prison- a sudden reprise.
When I read your poems, They fill my head with Joy. Illuminating my min with rainbows, And beautiful words in windows!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
We gave fame To the evil, Handed it over With bills and front page- Created pop culture icons From evil faces And held interviews
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Whenever I fear that life may not wait for my pen to finish collecting my vigorous thoughts. Can't wait for the tall pile of books, in words that
because my brain is on fire I will write another dire tire mire dictum although I fall on my face from exhaustion
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
To the night crawlers they appear at the early hours of the morn singing their song of freedom intoxicated by the sweet liquor of the stars
By Alessandra Felice3 years ago in Poets
Obey, oh my pain, don't make such a noise. You want the night; it comes down; it is here. Some get peace, and some get distressed.
By Filipi Kallhoff3 years ago in Poets
The grain that can't be sold off thinks it desecrates It does not consider the farmer to be It stands in front of the grain store
