There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
At the soda fountain, a row of girls and dolls with combed hair and clear eyes sip pink frappes from pink straws,
By Lori Lamothe3 years ago in Poets
"Pardon me," I start to ask. I approach them kindly with no mask. "I see you two just sitting near, so while I'm sitting here
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
I am completely different than you think Shedding my normal and kind skin To fit the purpose of this world Violent, unpredictable, stupid
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
What is my comfort place? What it stands for to me is to find somewhere that would keep me safe and pleased. When I am not in my comfort place–
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
Mercury in glass contracts or expands Measuring thermal heat of sun on land Should thermometer break, sun continues to shine
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Died for devil I have seen stars in your eyes I heard voices of cars passing by I can see those lies in your eyes
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
Pert little cutie standing on the road side Thumb out a hitchin’, looking for a ride. Pulled over my truck, looked her up and down;
Comfort. Crowded rooms, social quilted blankets. RSVP, shared space, close touch. Communal unity, chaotic elation, industrious ambition.
By Spacey McGee3 years ago in Poets
What feels like comfort, you say? What embrace soothes the soul? It’s a well written line from a most loved book “Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it.”
By Breanne Randall3 years ago in Poets
Waves constrict the boat with astounding weight on an unbalanced due course, as it wagers with the hope that this test will not weaken its life upon this journey.
By Joan Crow3 years ago in Poets
I miss our private interviews I miss your smooth skin, too! Something looks different about you... What you been doing, fixing food?
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
"Those who sacrifice Freedom for Security deserve neither!" Stirring words, spoken by a powerful, influential man, Who never experienced Insecurity, in all its crippling terror.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Poets
