There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
. DEBTS By Ross Lombardi AKA Rat Lombot . . I am in deep, deep debt. Every night the debt collectors call me
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi3 years ago in Poets
I burn candles all day and all night. I can see better without the light, so I keep them lit to dim my sight; hellbent memories are scorched bright white,
By Sara Wynn3 years ago in Poets
The amount of humans Aimless roaming the earth Is incalculable Every Single Day Million, No, billions
By Ty Satō3 years ago in Poets
Democracy is one voice … one vote … majority rule … Cleft from monarchies, braced by war, hewn from faith; A natural tribal system to participate in common concerns;
By Annemarie Berukoff3 years ago in Poets
A castle with high walls historical and old hidden in the hills surrounded by fields. A wonderous old building once housed by
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Filling our home, with aromas of spice. It’s the end of the day; pour some wine over ice. He steps in late, wearing work on his face.
By Samantha Elizabeth3 years ago in Poets
Ring RING– The alarm chimes Ears sing The body mimes what it did not a day ago A routine choreo, The Tired Dancer’s flow.
By Yashi Gaur3 years ago in Poets
Today I cried 27 times Once for all of the different categories of my life I’m convinced I’m failing at Please don’t correct my grammar
By Alexandra Sedlak3 years ago in Poets
Lost in the Jumbling Madness That is existence My consciousness floats In and out Of my thoughts. My silence is met
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Poets
Tick... tock... Humans invented mirrors. Before that. There’s water. Blurry silhouettes were all we had of what we look like.
By My Name Is Not Cypress3 years ago in Poets
There’s a certain kind peace When the kids are all asleep Or when you’re moving to a beat. When you take your first sip of coffee
By Kate Lab3 years ago in Poets
In those days, Aids, was starting to take a terrible toll in West Hollywood Few effective medicines to hold the wildly plundering and runaway beast, at bay
By Gregory Gilbert Gumbs3 years ago in Poets
