There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
How can I likened the birth of a republic? How can I likened the sign of its independence? Is it not like a divine sign on a child destined for greatness?
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
It didn’t happen until after - Then I visited one day hand in hand With my girlfriend who is told as she stands Side by side with me that we look “too similar”
By Tiara Russell4 years ago in Poets
Before You For Melanie Before you there was Washington, D.C.: the crisp click of high-heeled shoes in gleaming subway stations,
By Laura Reave4 years ago in Poets
When I sat for a while in a draft My life suddenly envisaged My real deeds are clearly lost Among the herd of loud voices
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
July is a black month When someone Has decided to play havoc with My little, quiet world When I had the courage of my own convictions
On a Wednesday morning, I’m cleaning an Airbnb for cash. Texas is hot. Severe heat warnings hot. Film work is slow. The thought of a 12 hour day in 110 degree heat is unthinkable.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”4 years ago in Poets
It’s the first day of Pride Month and I live in Oklahoma. In Oklahoma every county went red, doing that Oklahoma 'red dirt' proud, in November 2020.
By Rach 4 years ago in Poets
After the parade I struggle for answers As familiar patterns emerge To find the right reasons In an ever-changing world
By A. L. Winston4 years ago in Poets
If knowledge is power Up here on our highest tower The closer their glower The lower we cower A mob is the highest power
By Bella Rae4 years ago in Poets
Sunlight glinting through slats obscuring skies, clarity of my identity now less concrete than when seen through others' eyes.
By Lazulii Rain4 years ago in Poets
I wear the robe The robe of perceived fragility and the necessary strength that comes from it I wear the robe The robe that holds but an object and fuels the soul's will to blaze anew
By Michelle Miller4 years ago in Poets
After the parade, will we win? Will they finally to stop judging me by the color of my skin? Will they let me love whom my heart wills?
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Poets
