There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Twenty-eight point five pounds of sulk concentrate. Bum in seat under protest sucks 9.23% of breathable kitchen air into a void of deep space still under construction
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
We must dream together We must dream together We must dream together One creed, one hope, one trust One creed one hope one trust
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
How do you keep a nation together? How do you preserve a union? How do you united individuals? You must set the law Give them the law and they shall
TW: r*pe, abuse, sacrilegious As she lay all alone on her cot, Upon where she and Joseph had tried before. She wondered was it her fault or not,
By Will Helgren/Ochal4 years ago in Poets
“What Does It Mean To Live?” The answer lies deep within your core, like Alice In Wonderland come down crawl in and explore, enough is enough, deserving of more.
By Tyson Mendenhall4 years ago in Poets
this dirty sweating pale existence that hangs in the shadows of bleating daydreams embryonic substance of nothing solid
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
"Me not do what you say" Whatever my name was cool story, whoever named me should’ve named me after Finding Nemo’s Dory, cuz now I’m in charge of my own life and ya’ll should begin to worry, driving blindly vision blurry.
The Justice System is meant to enforce justice To be an example for people in the law The Law is meant to be enforced
By Theodore Turnquest II4 years ago in Poets
He comes for a bounty My crops cannot sustain Every summer he comes In winter, my harvests die again When the sun is high, he beckons me
By Sue Do Nimh4 years ago in Poets
I am still learning As an adult Stepping on others’ toes Insulting Don’t mean to Please tell me what I have done Explain to me
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Poets
The world is truly a magical place Each night we lay down with hope, That we’ll see another dawn rising As we balance on life’s tightrope.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Sing me a song of the setting sun, as the moon begins to rise, where the timbre of the darkness syncopates with fireflies.
By Evie Denison4 years ago in Poets
