There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
After the parade, after the accolade, after the applause, or the bill has been paid, after the experience, “I Love You”, outing or date,
By Danielle DsEnlightenedEdits4 years ago in Poets
Shouldn't we be first Should we be last ? We come in so many shapes and shades We are smart I mean the genius type We are hard workers not lazy
By T. Cox4 years ago in Poets
Living life in a constant fear All alone with my thoughts because I am queer Pride month comes with a glimmer of hope That I won’t wind up on the end of a rope
By charles w riley4 years ago in Poets
Drifting a haze on a cold wet day Touching nothing of importance Except come what may Absent
By Caroline Jane4 years ago in Poets
Where will I be when I die? Oh, I daren’t ask. But wonder, Will my hands be tearfully Enveloped by bleary eyed sods
By Martin S. Wathen4 years ago in Poets
sandstone to symmetry ruthlessly cut bear witness layers— rhizomatic, sedimented wholesale violence tentacled—
By Oliver James Damian4 years ago in Poets
I miss my reality, the one that was mine before 2020 I find it hard to know what is real for me, at this time in history.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte4 years ago in Poets
The Knowing By H. Leigh ⚪️ Holler for the pack I feel it too the scorching hollow gut
By H. Leigh 4 years ago in Poets
F U kids who are entitled and think money just falls from the sky You ask for rides and material things But scoff at an invite to do something that seems “uncool”
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Poets
Cursed with the gift of melanin in this world I must wander Unsure of what’s to come, I walk as I ponder. I pass a school of children pleading for their lives,
By Jean-Emmanuel4 years ago in Poets
We thought the wall would be made from bricks. But the first, he made with paper. Words kept the others out. He kissed his pen, thanking it for its power.
By Rose Grace4 years ago in Poets
The belief of ‘believers’ not sawing off sorrows in our days nor for what we do, by how we live, who we are in attempts at congress live on in our failures in compliance,
By Keanna Barry 4 years ago in Poets
