There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I lay in bed. I hear the news. I cry at the thought, of this being true. But this is the world we live in, and our children too.
By Ashlie Cross4 years ago in Poets
This is a poem for everyone who feels they have sometimes lost their way, friends or other things in their life dedicated to my Muse.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
I’m free, but they think my humanity equates to a joke and it will be a hundred years before I’m able to vote. My everyday will be an uphill fight that I can do nothing about because I have no rights.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Gone are the days when animals ruled the land by brute force. Greed pulls the strings, is it only me? or can you see the patter here?
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Poets
Crisp clean air hmmmmmm It feels so warm and cool simultaneously Oh the trash on the pier I would wipe all you away With a whafft of my hand
By Phoenix Rose4 years ago in Poets
A common puzzle piece Uncommon puzzled life The greater perfect picture Shattered by the strife A million puzzle pieces
By John Markham4 years ago in Poets
Our world is sick as we all know Our candle's wick has burned too low The time is here to make a choice To lend an ear or raise a voice
His coffin not covered by fog, but Cigarette stubs and smog of ashes, What was once hard ground Has become a boiling, dilapidated bog
By Octovo Libra 4 years ago in Poets
this a poem about Vocal.media; a chance to be a voice; a chance to be heard; a chance to be creative; Vocalize in many ways;
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Anything is possible I truly believe Nothing is implausible Nothing that we can conceive We simply must find a way Then bring it all together
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
You gotta put your Money where your mouth is! Money where your mouth- Mouth! Money where your mouth is! JUST LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO-O-O
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
I believe there must be pages torn from my instruction manual There is a vague yet constant sense that others know well something they’re not telling
By Emm Watkins4 years ago in Poets
