There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I think your dad was giving you a talking-to, Warning you never to let go: Paternal solicitude. Suddenly, a sanguine clap, blast, crack, Daddy’s hand slipping from yours: Body akimbo.
By KD Fox4 years ago in Poets
Attention! Attention! I’ve got a few things to mention I’ve always got something to say Constantly, always at times on repeat
By Je'Neille Swartz4 years ago in Poets
The world and me are fighting for sanity with each conflicting view Our humanity is slipping through Sending me down different avenues
By Jessica Burby4 years ago in Poets
When will it be my turn Am I just washed up and used Are my words dead Unrecognized in my head Left to languish there And fill me with dread of self doubt
By Zelda Foxx4 years ago in Poets
she really fuckin hates me cause i'm a dud fuck and several other tiny things to boot she just fuckin me hates cause i'm no good in bed
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
I had become their minister, Oh so long ago After I had heard stories of such terrible woe. I sent myself on a quest At his & myself’s behest.
By Bryttnie Chaffin4 years ago in Poets
Henry told it straight, Amy knew true, The curly haired boy ran on the tips of his toes, Bethany protected those who she could,
Blinding light. Fingers beaten by clicks. Words remembered, words forgotten. Emotions surging like the tide. Throttled laughs and cries.
By Molly Angie Moustafa 4 years ago in Poets
The arena of the bullfight The Matadors all sweat with fear But to their vow they will adhere Staring straight into the Bull's might
By Some Guy4 years ago in Poets
she said lets start with one for a little bit of fun one will be enough to get things started but two she said will get things spread
We're all a little addicted, so how do we change? I notice my phone and want to put it down. When I put it down I notice that everyone else has disappeared behind a screen.
By Nicole Carroll4 years ago in Poets
What lies within that none can see. Mine is Rage, he that screams in me. Burning and biting tearing and rending. Since the beginning, most certainly the ending.
By Will Flugel4 years ago in Poets
