There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I can not stop to dance this happiness is taking me from the outer space I can not stop to fly life is just about to start
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Free as I am free under the every living hell free as I am no longer living in Your mindset of a slavery to serve for free each single day
We fell, Tumbling and sliding, Wreaking havoc As emotions formed And quickly disbursed- Our eyes shot flames And our hands were cold,
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
i kept on running because i had no choice sometimes i felt like i have no voice the problem is not with me its them those who always treated like a sin
By Forest Green3 years ago in Poets
I want you to watch. I want you see. I want you to look so far deep inside of me. Uncover my secrets and make them yours.
By Elias Way3 years ago in Poets
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By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
The call came in around eleven-thirty am. Det. Palawant picks up. "Yeah?" A badly decomposed body, discovered by two hunters.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
From a little drafts you could doubt if thats the one to settle for your arms twirled into your eyes counting three little butterflies violet lilacs in Your palms singing symphonies where three humming birds flies juicy vanilla shake from the best flower intake
Seems nothing ever goes right, It not a wonder why I can’t sleep at night. Feels like I have been shafted by every endeavour,
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Poets
Let time pass And knowledge come by Let love flow As times go Let kindness come first And joy, a natural reward Let our step trace the paths
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
She smoked weed So now she can’t race, but if you ask me it’s more about our race. I see the way you look at me with disdain because I will not wrap myself in the flag of a country that detests the color of my skin.
By Sloane Buell3 years ago in Poets
Smell the dew of soft newborn skin Atop your breast, They suckle life inside their tiny Mouths. Expectations of a better life
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Poets
