There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
What if there were no, ‘other’? She says as if finding the words Swirling in her latte You look in your cup but find no letters,
By Lily Boss4 years ago in Poets
Warning: This poem is inspired by current events. It reflects the world that we live in and it is also a commentary on humanity itself. There are a lot of terrible things that are happening and unfortunately, one can feel hopeless at times like these.
By CyCy4 years ago in Poets
You killed my cousin 1000 times this year. You killed them almost 1000 times last year little less than the year before.
By jefferson charles4 years ago in Poets
Women’s History Month Is a trivial measure, A band-aid over What it means To be a woman In a society That doesn’t afford us equality...
By Tessa Glasgow 4 years ago in Poets
Our country is in trouble and I’m so scared To much hate around us, this isn’t fair Shootings, global warming, Hate and greed
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Poets
The thrill of presentation, standing in front of the vast crowd Letting it be known that change needs to come now, out loud
By Pageant Ashford4 years ago in Poets
v. I think about a sibling that never was. Not that I'd need or want for her to exist. Just the effect it had on my mother,
By C. Jay4 years ago in Poets
there may have been some oversight several things were overlooked i didn’t realise until i'd done it and i went to work cooked
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Would Joan Didion Cry like I do? Did she cry like I did? Like I still do? Would she have loved you If she were me Then she could see
By Kendall Chapman4 years ago in Poets
"Relay for Life" with costumed teams, Survivors of cancer, or so it seems, I can't join them except in my dreams. Survivors of chemo, nausea, and pain;
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Poets
Individualist teenage machine I've got holes in my face full of wires and things, Let me be who I am And against what I'm not
By Karlie Steadman 4 years ago in Poets
Do not forget who I was yesterday The crowds have faded with the still of night What was hype is my anthem everyday
By Elizabeth Cripe4 years ago in Poets
