There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Each day is a punctilious, patient punch of hammer and chisel. By night, I sift through the drizzle of dust and pebbles
By Jacob Sherman3 years ago in Poets
I feel misunderstood by the whole world all these ashes and promises made of gold will I be a better human when I achieve it?
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
The feeling of being overwhelmed pounds on my mind like waves A feeling of doubt, stress, and anxiety consumes me My mind reels back and speeds forward to understand before it caves
By Railyn3 years ago in Poets
Red flowers like blood Sat on my lap They tend to perceive this path Strewn with impossible to fight Foes Fabricating fearful fine
Were you there With me as a black widow Horseman of the Apocalypse On the black horse of your doomsday? I could have dragged you down to the lowest ground
If this were a movie, my pain would transform itself into art Something golden would rise from the ashes of my broken heart
By Britt Blomster 3 years ago in Poets
I remember the simple times of running summer wild and free Flying on my bike down the big hill until I skinned my left knee
She came out to great applause and stood her ground as twin piercing horns bore down on her There she would spin a red cape cutting the air
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
The Colossus had crumbled back through the ages but in my mind it was every rock along the shore every stone beneath the waves
Dublin on waking Is like a city in recovery Reflecting the previous night Through street cleaners churning refuse Sleeping bums turning over
I remember the country though it could have been any city center where I waited for a train and watched cops sweep the homeless from where
parts of my world are crumbling into little tiny pieces parts of my world stand tall an edifice of perseverance, longevity and commitment
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
