There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I was born with magic and glee. A wonderful spirit untrampled and free. The world called to me and my voice till three. My magic grew trees, and let the seas run sprees, in the canyons and rivers, where they could be free.
By Alice V. Godbout3 years ago in Poets
Social hierarchy is quite the dangerous illusion… an accepted social construct that was reached by what conclusion? The one we are programmed to believe is true…
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
A person will cause a ripple in time, A blessing or a stain; that decision is not mine. They come and they go, but a blessing will stay,
By Amy Hall3 years ago in Poets
And this is how we are born/screaming/invisible scars covering our skin/scars left by the grasping/ravenous hands of others/our bodies littered with/gaping wounds/our souls pouring out/like rivers after rain/
By Bethany Cain3 years ago in Poets
📖 Prologue 📖 I am but a mystery… a beautiful dichotomy… with a soul I must set free. So can you spot the beauty that lies within the irony?
Misery likes company So should my joy be solitary? To be a modern day Sisyphus Finding contentment in monotony Why then to I feel so alive so spontaneously
By J.Doune3 years ago in Poets
You tell me not to be angry Not to be afraid My emotions are not valid My tears are an overreaction That you voted for the lesser of two evils
By ShaRon Carter3 years ago in Poets
Charlize says she loves a day in bed Watching The Real House Wives But the ache of three-hundred and sixty-five days With the television the only place of refuge
By Kimberli Alisa Wong3 years ago in Poets
Monday Night Entertainment in 2016 Divorce Town: Home from long day shoveling crap in another man’s zoo Need some mindless relaxation and a beer or two
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
SOLDIER Whatever nation, race or belief Soldiers know doesn't matter Young men all seeking relief Conflict caused by old men's natter
Comfort is a weighted blanket, Crushing my soul back into my body after a long day. Subtle pressure, easing me to sleep. *
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Poets
Band t-shirts and skinny jeans A college sweatshirt Short tight dresses to wear to clubs Stilettos you can barely walk in
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Poets
