There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Once I thought to take a trip To the farthest reaches of my mind Setting sail on a sea of reds and blues I eddied off to see what I would find
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Poets
I hold a fossil so common that when I took it from its ancient home no punishment or fine awaited me. I grasp that single coral horn -
By Denise Davis4 years ago in Poets
She’s still in my contact list, I almost texted her today Though I had no idea what I would send or say I thought I was in love, but she had different dreams
May I introduce you To the glasses that I wear I will let you borrow them To get a glimpse into my cares ~ Can you observe more clearly
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi4 years ago in Poets
Two in the morning, nice and cool Check the gas tank, plumb brim full Slip out the garage, hit the road Slap down the visor, four-wheeler mode
The Drive Back “I used to say to my classes that the ways to get insight are: to study infants; to study animals; to study primitive people; to be psychoanalyzed; to have a religious conversion and get over it; to have a psychotic episode and get over it; or to have a love affair with an old Russian.” -Margaret Mead
By Kayla4 years ago in Poets
Empty parking lot 10.00 pm Waiting for the last store to close. Waiting, waiting and writing, poems, verses about this Life and accomplishments,
By David Parham4 years ago in Poets
Created delays, Days below clouds Finding reason In rain drops and Bent stems, Pushing off the end, A final chapter
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
The other day a friend and I were talking 'bout our dreams To bring the present to the future, stitching up its seams To live our dreams in the future, as our pair of lives
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
A day of relaxing, a good book on hand Off on an adventure, travelling the land, It’s a mystery, as I turn each fragile page
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Three tabby’s, not big tabby’s, but smart tabby’s One had a little more orange threaded in his fur, This was the older of the three, known as Muscat
She was beaten by the algorithm Buried her so deep in the mire No one would hear from her again Power and dollars and influence
By Bob Metivier4 years ago in Poets
