There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In 2014, at my SMI and COT hearing I expressed my dissent, The prevalence of people like me is less than point three percent.
By Katherine Nesbitt4 years ago in Poets
Holding onto the air In lungs too strong for The feeling of despair Following parades that restore. Expect me to be the one who
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Poets
Invites and encouragement I declined, Confused expressions are what I find, From youthful exuberance eager to go, And watch the corporate pageantry all for show,
By Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)4 years ago in Poets
In silence, the click of a switch sounds like a gun. The lights go one by one, and darkness rushes along like a freight train.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Poets
Given the current circumstances, I felt it was necessary to update Martin Niemöller’s poem, “First they came…,” from 1946 for the new era we are in.
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
After the confetti falls and I peel off my faux eyelashes is when I come crashing to reality. I was celebrated and surrounded
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
After Pride Month is over Fear and prejudice does not abate There are still battles to be fought Everyday, at home, at work, at school and social
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Poets
For those that do not understand what is truly at stake but ....the future of femalehood We are being told that in certain states that now
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Poets
"Is the message lost to the idol/idle worship of the messenger? The cult of personality?" She spoke clearly, and I heard her when she spoke.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher4 years ago in Poets
Thank You or Sorry That’s the name of the My pink favorite from the collection Featuring everyone’s favorite bouquet
By Grayden McIntyre4 years ago in Poets
I am Pan. I am Non binary. I am Queer. ~ These are parts of my Identity. ~ These are parts of who I am.
By Ben Ray 4 years ago in Poets
“After” balloons me with hope That crashes in the silence Of injustice and hate But most of all, it prepares me For the next Before
By Breanne Randall4 years ago in Poets
