There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Life to me … Is the Opera. In which dramatics, sweat and provocative nature get exhumed in the plot The authenticity eludes the audience
By Teiah Faulk4 years ago in Poets
Planet Earth ain’t no place for a Black Man Everywhere I go I’m viewed as a threat Can’t go here because You think I’m from the rival set
By Ty Davis4 years ago in Poets
In another life I woke; the sound combat boots on the floor. I stood in parade. Marching as the bricks did. Neat rows under shadow
By Ky Sargeant4 years ago in Poets
Brilliant brass and rattle snares tramp down Main Street. Perspiring politicians atop fire trucks pitch sweets and plastic beads.
By Noelle Fulham4 years ago in Poets
I never thought I would So, if you could Give me a bite If it would be all right Find my juggler vein
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
Chase another reward. Clamor and rip at each other In search of a way to better your own life. For who’s life matters but your own?
By Noah Baldwin4 years ago in Poets
Empowered and proud of my place and purpose in this world. Celebrated with the like minds free to be me and see you Why did we let it end? The needs are still here.
By Amy Thomas4 years ago in Poets
They shunned me, planned to gun me. For being true to me. I take accountability for my actions. Some never knew how I had to play them left. Not knowing the battle, I was facing. Not aware of the enemy that seek.
By Tony randle4 years ago in Poets
Smaller than an ant /Lesser than a blade of grass Plagued by notions of grandeur, courtesy of undisclosed illness /that dupe those closest into believing I'm
By Annie4 years ago in Poets
Safe Sex By Leah Crowne By their fruits you will know them It says somewhere in the Bible. I am a fruit not born from a thistle
By Leah Crowne4 years ago in Poets
I find myself on a barren cliff, awash with wishes and promises, look downs and let downs a life-lived behind hollowed borders
By Rebecca Ridsdale4 years ago in Poets
How far down the list Have you seen the words? Desperate for clicks, Stir what matters into a blur, For me, the greatest wish,
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
