There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I never thought I was secretly wishing to be white; I never realized my brainwashed biases of who deserved rights. My intense longing to be different from myself;
By Kat Sung (they/them)4 years ago in Poets
When the June heat subsides And the feeling of euphoria dies. When streets are no longer filled with cheers, And no music left to fill our ears.
By Libby4 years ago in Poets
Emptiness is all that I feel, Silence my only friend. My bed cold and the world silent, The day has come to end. At first, I felt very hopeful,
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Poets
After the parade I imagine shell casings Caromed off the roof, Scattered among the abandoned Strollers. Am I too late?
By P. D. Murray4 years ago in Poets
When honesty exposes weakness All you do is lie When you know for a fact That will never make it right But how do you accept
By Jeffrey Sparks4 years ago in Poets
Who are we at the end of the parade, the parade of Life the parade of time in spite of Education... in spite of training, in spite of everything that life brought to us?
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Poets
A women's place is the kitchen. Barefoot and pregnant At her husbands beck and call Bent over the bed, legs spread She knows not the word no
By Amaryllis Blake4 years ago in Poets
Author's Note: The following is the 8th poem in my self-challenge to write a poem a day. Click here for the first poem in this challenge. Thank you for reading and wish me luck to keep the pace ❤
By Lena Beana4 years ago in Poets
Take your curses with you. Take your fears. Take your unease, Take the dry rot crumbling in the place you make decisions.
By Dane BH4 years ago in Poets
The parade is an explosion of colour Celebratory wonder and an ability to be Ourselves, without remembering the somber
By Jayme Cameron4 years ago in Poets
The month of pride, so colourful and joyous, when there's celebrations applenty and everyone joins us. People come together through love and music,
By Rose May4 years ago in Poets
It’s like a mile taken from an inch Tipped the shepherd who let you in As Karma sings, “What goes around…” Ashes, ashes…
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 years ago in Poets
