There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Detached and depersonalised, faces around me so familiar, but they don’t know the boy at all they know the actor, they don’t know the boy
By Blake4 years ago in Poets
A glint diaspora, the streets in disarray lead us all to slumber underneath the caving ceilings and the crackling and clinking of the creeping
By Jose Antonio Soto4 years ago in Poets
They came like charlatans with their wares Arriving in the dead of night And told us poor souls in the dark That they had brought the saving light
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 years ago in Poets
Do you see what I see? Do I see what you see? United in our coloured universe. Shared spectrum of visible light. Or is it?
By Britta Prospects4 years ago in Poets
As I make my ascent, up the pyramid of intersection, I wonder if this is what Maslow meant by self-actualization; The multitude of factors
By Kat Sung (they/them)4 years ago in Poets
What's lost after the parade is What's lost by girls of a certain age How short the girl's life How long the woman's
By Ava Mack4 years ago in Poets
How do I go back to being ordinary? Is normal the same thing it was before? Has anything truly changed? Or is it just me?
By Dawn Salois4 years ago in Poets
Today the word beauty means shallow When looks matter more than substance. Sense of self lost to makeup and shape And pressure’s tight grip on freedom.
By Kate Gall4 years ago in Poets
When the establishment keeps records... you become a document in a file updated by senior staff where inaccuracies work to an advantage,
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Do you see me all the time or sometime Do you think about us when you see us on TV Do you change the channel so you don’t see me
By T. Cox4 years ago in Poets
Tyranny Exposed Forceful attempts of tyranny Dictated by the muscle of this world Endless counts of damaged results
By Thomas F4 years ago in Poets
The Parade - Could this be a modern-day Crusade? Tribute has been paid Our roles we’ve played in this masquerade Our truest selves displayed
By Cyra4 years ago in Poets
