There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The sun, it had started to rise Then the rains came So bright that it blinded our eyes 'Til the rains came We thought the crops surely would die
By The Vent By Franklin Newberry4 years ago in Poets
Do you want to taste me? Can I savor you? Sex is not sacred You should experiment Trying is vital Your disposition is detrimental
By Aishwarya Rane4 years ago in Poets
When you look at me You see my white face But when they look at me They only see my race Judging me for my curls And thick curves
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Poets
You, you, you That is your favorite thing No one else can have strong will Or friendly conversation ~ Should the sun shine on another
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi4 years ago in Poets
don't need a reason to get drunk on a monday some time prior to noon i need a reason to stay sober can't be barking at the sun
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
In short a smack shot him. His family was powerful and It helped him to flourish and succeed ; He took into iron fist the Land Then provided to more than one need.
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
i can’t handle reality i need to take a break i need a raw electric current and a heap of pills to take they help me get a grip
the more you want to learn the less they want you to know and every job you ever had never kept you off the dole so they stamp your form
they’re looking in your windows listening on your phone going through your cupboards when you’re not at home it’s the CIA the KGB
i had to tell my neighbour that some crackheads came by today they farted around at his place for hours before they went on their thieving way
They speak on repeat to "count your blessings", but some days I can only seem to count the anxieties. Pick a day. Any day. Friday? Friday.
By Rebekah Conard4 years ago in Poets
if i’m high i’m getting up an if i’m low... i’m down fast or slow, h or go whatever’s going around you got it ill take it
