There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Invisible but Feel Pride in who you are. After thirty days shut up and hide You feel like you can love openly Show your Pride in not judging
By Alex Diakonis4 years ago in Poets
What the Wind Knows I heard the wind blow today It spoke of parades and ad campaigns of limited-edition sneakers and hashtags
By Theon Walls4 years ago in Poets
Do you care when it’s only at the frontline of your Mind? The caring melt away when it does not : Affect you Emotionally attach to you
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Poets
i reach a place that’s deep inside a place masked by skin and clothing a very dark and foreboding space where i cling to my hate fear and loathing
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
my better half called me to task more a masked directive than critique and as i was about to quietly retort she wouldn’t even let me speak
The kinda shit that gets pulled on me; my life gets wild. Accusations straight into convictions is keeping it mild. Not my responsibility to prove to you- why you hate that I smile
By Brooke Wagner4 years ago in Poets
I don't attend the parade anymore I have lived the sad story and danced the dance, but alas, All the work left to be done feels like a chore
By Jayme Cameron4 years ago in Poets
Jeweled Pistols: Killer in the Classifieds By Kristin L. Wolfe Gone it seems Is the fabric woven from latticed apple pies
By Kristin L. Wolfe4 years ago in Poets
My body… is a toy. is an object. something to stare at. wink at. play with. It’s not mine. It’s sexualized… by men.
By Shelby Larsen4 years ago in Poets
Garden of Love Welcome to my garden, garden of love spectrum colors fill my eyes colors of the rainbow, birds delight with song and flight
By David A Castro4 years ago in Poets
my dad says he’s pro life but god it’s like he’s trying to end it with guns, with laws, with the language of hate it’s impossible to comprehend it
By kat harvell4 years ago in Poets
In the most unyielding of circumstances The most defiant odds An eagerness to forego mere chances Overwhelming tears welling up inside
By Sindy Leah Fitz4 years ago in Poets
