There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
If I die today my bones will rest content For my soul will remain more alive than dead : For many reasons but mostly for that
By Sarah Jane3 years ago in Poets
The average person enslaved in the matrix judges others because they have yet to accept themselves : Using hate to inflate their ego
I need to get back to it. I need to finish what I started. I said I would complete it and because it's not done, it's effecting my ability to accomplish anything else.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Hello! Hi...Good morning! Hey!...Hello! Are they yawning? I'm a mellow guy this morning, up until now I'm feeling worked on a bit. Don't let this exchange work your nerves, man. Aye!!!...Wow...Ok, about time...all in my mind...I gotta be at work at 9, and it's 8:55 am...Not a vibe, I'm just saying...Why I am up here at the front counter, waiting, yelling 'hi!'
By El Poet3 years ago in Poets
I saw it from a thousand years I caught it’s breath inside my ears I heard the splash of dewdrop tears Fall down into the River
By Rae Smith3 years ago in Poets
we had better turn the TV on it's almost time for the news we need it to update our current stance we need them to manipulate our views
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
People dying, Children Crying: Something here is not right. Cities of starvation And wars between nations: Something here is not right.
By Kai Jeffreys3 years ago in Poets
My knuckles tell a story strangers might assume was true. The scars and marks tell a tale of carelessness and anger. While that mat be true,
By Alex Widovic4 years ago in Poets
The earth sings The songs of past, Lessons to learn And values to hold, To those who listen, Who take the time And pause before destruction,
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
To all my amazing heroes and delightful mentors, I am very grateful to you all from your support I have never been so delighted from your spirits
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Poets
Desert Trails: Shimmering illusory heat-waves flutter over blistering sands Across the dunes, a mysterious figure in swaddled robes
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Poets
::::::::::::::::SOLDIER’S CHILD::::::::::::::::: Fingers tiny, body small, petite baby girl eyes so large Soldier’s fate encapsulated like a car on a barge
