There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
BETTER DAYS LIVING Philly affiliated Brockton born American grown internationally roamed Wrap your girls hair in a hijab
By SiAire4 years ago in Poets
posting, and chiming from app to app I think there is something that I lack issues with authority, it never occurred to me
By Taylor McCann4 years ago in Poets
You stagger as you stand, holding onto the bar table, eardrums still shrilling from the cheering noise. You lay back your head on the bathroom floor, floating through the voices who say, “Party’s not over Ron, where you headed?”
By Martins Abuah4 years ago in Poets
Preceded by silence. Or hustle-bustle. Or music or worship or celebration of State. Next, there's a click. A breath. A mad expulsion of flame and metal and hatred of Life.
By Noel T. Cumberland4 years ago in Poets
They claim to want the best for you, and that they want success for you But only in the way that have deemed is best for you
By samantha mentor 4 years ago in Poets
The trees are deep and crooked; The sunlight starts to drip. Her thoughts are warped and tangled; Vines strangle from within.
By Sara Larca4 years ago in Poets
After the parade the lights went out After the parade the stars shone through After the parade we lay about After the parade what was our due?
By Je'Neille Swartz4 years ago in Poets
As members of this great big earth We’re never taught to respect its worth We plunder, tax, and ravage the planet Polluted air and brackish seas
By Robby Sirio4 years ago in Poets
I am a force of nature You call me ambitious like it’s an insult Say my bluntness is rude, as if I care what you think
By Nicola R. White4 years ago in Poets
Mist-hung skies their usual blue, rainbows falling like smoked bees, hives sucked clean, workers drained; bears lick their chops, fingers stained
By Mina Wiebe4 years ago in Poets
Confetti soars, pushed through air like fireflies released from jam jars, –oohs and ahhs– but then there’s pavement. There’s
Proud of who I am, I took to the streets with glee, Pretending it wasn’t a sham. Acting for just a second as if, I didn’t feel dangerously close
By Simone N. Durham 4 years ago in Poets
