There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
comfort is the absence of worry. leaning on my dad watching some off brand series about drug busts and heating up yesterday's dumplings.
By kazmyn 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Lord, Please let me die sober. When my time comes Don’t let me stumble up to you With piss-soaked trousers And spit running down my chin
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Poets
Your mockery does not tarnish me Your intolerance does not diminish me Your anger does not frighten me Your ignorance does not smother me
They're old, So mind your temper, Bite your tongue. It's their generation, just let it go. I run through the forest Beating my hands against my chest
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
A candle flickered, Captured by Season’s wind Torn this way and that, A changing in motion Captured between Departing and entering,
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
This smooth glass bottle And the clear contents it contains Are a vital, yet temporary balm to my soul This comfort will eventually turn into a toxic cancer
Onions diced— the knife against it’s crisp guts being stopped by a wooden cutting board a hollow sound, earthy and bold.
By A. Skillings3 years ago in Poets
When pages kiss with delight There’s a sense that the paper Is sparking to ignite The mind’s sacred taper. Words flow in the solemn place.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Poets
Like in a maximum security prison They ate whilst I suffered hunger They laughed whilst I struggled with the words They mocked and looked at the disabled
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Start writing...Johnny ran low on inspiration a few days back Tuesday Yeah it was Tuesday, right after he saw Maxine He hadn't written anything since last Tuesday
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
Wound so tightly, so close to snapping- I scream for any reprieve. More and more gets piled on until I'm drug across the spindle of life.
By A.R. Zeller3 years ago in Poets
It must have been a bar for geniuses for they had all the answers about religion, abortion, personal freedoms, the rights of others
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
