There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We found balance Among the waves Crashing against shore, Tearing the banks, Creating holes and divots, Revealing buried treasures
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
Flag, Grab a torch, same hand, Have fun with your vote: Another hand a sword, It opens a can of corn. Fake hammer throw,
By Gord Haggerty4 years ago in Poets
Like reptilians laughing crowd bowing each of their arms towards rules of common rights of non humanity depart Easy games sneeze plays feeling there is no breath
By Lightness4 years ago in Poets
i everyone knows - you can't get it for free but nobody ever - said that to me i cruise red light districts - all night and all day
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Epidural or no Epidural? That is the question. Whether nobler for the pelvis to suffer, the whips of contractions, or deliver in isolated euphoria?
By Molly Angie Moustafa 4 years ago in Poets
Cheers to the forgotten and cheers to what they did. Cheers to the things they built and to the memories where they stay hid.
By D. Horn4 years ago in Poets
I have 5 fingers on each hand, 10 toes combined, 2 eyes, 2 arms, I stand erect with my legs. My heart pumps my blood, My skin curves around my bones,
By Bryttnie Chaffin4 years ago in Poets
He had travelled from the valley, to attend the union rally. Joined the comrades in their protest ‘gainst the bosses new demand.
By Dane Fuller4 years ago in Poets
Autumn utters her waking whispers, As red cheeked apples grace the breeze; With the heady scent of sun ripe promise, From bended boughs of laden trees.
By Emily Crawford4 years ago in Poets
In frangibles melodies moan she leaned herself to foam words with silouettes worth the curve waving and restoring the middle age course
From social commentary To social adversaries All seeking for attention All looking for a pension Trying to escape the daily bustle
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
Born in New York wishing to be world king Oath to Bullingdon bullying the plebs Remaining the only pledge he honoured Ignominy not felt, his first affair
By Some Guy4 years ago in Poets
