There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
i crack pomegranate on the grass spilling seeds like millions of swarming fire ants. hands attached to wrinkled, lined faces
By Ashwath Raj4 years ago in Poets
ABC 123 The world is your oyster you can do anything you set your mind to. But don’t bite off more than you can chew,
By Shehani De Silva4 years ago in Poets
Everything I learned, I learned from you. Whether it was how to block out the world during my worst moments; or how to
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets
Eyes that curve; the smile of a promise/ Our voices converse the wilds of the promise. Come closer, what follows enchants the evening/ You're near--so close, beguiled by the promise.
By Tyrell McKinney4 years ago in Poets
They say there’s a place for everyone Which we’ll find as we grow old Build us a fairytale of acceptance Where the streets are paved with gold
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Poets
The sky was dark as I walked through the gum-filled streets and The twilight was silent even when the strangers walked past me.
By Saira Rodriguez4 years ago in Poets
Weary am I Of the mimicry Of power which long ago Wrapped the spry Society which once we named savagery Tribes of people
By Abigail Y4 years ago in Poets
Every part of my body yearns for it. After many years of strenuous world exposure, I desire it. Physically and emotionally tired due to riotous action,
By Jean-Emmanuel4 years ago in Poets
Anonymous Caller Up until around age seven My brother and I were lied to The man we were calling father Ended up being the substitute
By Thomas F4 years ago in Poets
Caught up in the emotion of the line of all us women here to take a stand. Hear our roar, hear our cry is our demand. Chanting, marching, while holding high our signs,
By Monika Knight4 years ago in Poets
The state of affairs in the world is bleak, Entropy and chaos reign supreme, The strong succeed and prey on the weak, Or at least, that is how things may seem,
By Marty Res4 years ago in Poets
in my own peaceful zone even the rain passes far away from all the rascals and blunderbusses of this world whose only way lies in lies
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
