There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
you might think your life is bad how bad does it have to be? it could be so much worse instead, you could be me I work at my local sex shop
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Where are my words? I had them yesterday Loud, proud, determined Bent on the cause when the world was watching Screaming in the wind
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Poets
I'm sinning so gravely because I am gay My sexuality is the work of evil they say But NO Because I saw that evil in you're soul
By Matthew DiFuccia4 years ago in Poets
A game of make believe and imagination That seemed to keep me content as a child I would put on costume after costume until I found the perfect choice
By Isabelle Pearson4 years ago in Poets
i was doing 60 in a 45 no wait it was 35 i’m riding listing to nina but i’m feeling dead a million thoughts flying through my head
By prinzton feltus4 years ago in Poets
Reminder! Reflections after the Parade. Stonewall riot Liberation Day March Marches begot Parades.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
Who am I? Am I me or you?am I black or white?am I for the people or for god?Who knows nowadays right.........to come from a white Hispanic father and a black Hispanic mother and born in the United States what does that make me if my skin is black but my brother’s is white? Who am I? Am I asking you or me? Cause that’s what it seems like nowadays validation makes you white and be wrong makes you black......is GOD white or black is the real question? Or is it if GOD is a women or man? Nah y’all all wrong GOD is GOD and I’m me fuck you all and all your labels I’m a human being just trying to be better than my old self and better than my ancestors.....I’m trying to slow down and let everyone know this ain’t a race it’s life and everyone at their own pace...so the real question is who are you to GOD? Are you good or are you bad?do you care to even ask why?why was I so fortunate to be born in a situation where my circumstances doesn’t lead down the path of those I watch on the news?am I lucky?or is god for me?I keep asking questions but are you getting the point?what more do I have to say to wake you up?are you living or just existing?are you here for a good time or a long time? Or do my words have to get more deeper than 350 words more to cut the thread of lies you been wrapped in? Or is that to long?out of 5000 sperm I’m here and so are you....for you to be reading this out of all days is the day you are born again...I guess understand Christians more now when they say you are born again in Christ cause I wasn’t living till I woke up to the truth......you rather a lie or the truth?but the truth always comes to the light.....no matter how dark it gets a star always shines.....so the real question is who right and who’s wrong? Can’t we all be right? Not in a mist of lies.....I come with the truth and nothing more but who’s to say I’m wrong? You or them ? Maybe we all hit the target but to deny the truth is irrational....how can you not see what is right infront of you? How can you not feel what is heavy? Or are you going to deny the truth to continue being a robot?wake up go to work and enjoy the weekend with friends and do it all over again next week?can my words be enough to wake you?or are you to far down the line that you’ve submitted to the ways of lies? Wake up wake up I scream!!!!!!!!! Through these words to you and realize that this is all a lie.....where’s the American dream? Work hard and go to school you’ll be successful....if that’s the case then why am I writing this from a basement with two degrees and debt up to the Empire State....my parents came from another country without a dime and worked hard to put me through school so how can I be writing this to you from a basement? Lies and lies on top lies but the truth shall set us free and the truth is only god can save me and you from these lies they use to enslave us and to not finding our true potential so my truth to you all is to follow your dreams and stop looking for everyone’s approval the only one you need approval from is GOD
By Brian4 years ago in Poets
The cheers - and jeers - have long since faded, the cavalcade of rainbows swept up with debris, errantly tossed to the ground
By Kim Thayer4 years ago in Poets
We step off of the pedestals propaganda placed under us when the media signals the next group needs attention we clean up our message, we knew it was just a month
By Moriah Engdahl4 years ago in Poets
There's a constant urge to organize my thoughts because all I do is think. I used to say my favorite thing to do was "nothing" but now I know it was thinking I was doing. I need time to process and understand my thoughts and writing helps draft that out.
By Anastasia 4 years ago in Poets
Bold, bright colors. People in your face, faces in your peep holes. Beautiful, exaggerated, excited. All have shown up to make a statement.
By Emily T4 years ago in Poets
Bi-pedal. 2 feet along a razor's edge Straddling the line between 2 worlds. Bi-capitate. Split in 2, torn down the middle
By M. Fritz Wunderli4 years ago in Poets
