There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
When I found the ways I liked to be They said no, and excluded me They said I should conform, fit in Be their way They said what they liked
By Noelle Grace4 years ago in Poets
This social dichotomy is sodomy with no lube Why do people have to hate each other? So rude There are children starving with no food
By Xero Hekathos4 years ago in Poets
This poem was written for Memorial Day. It represents what the holiday means to me as both a patriot for my country, and a loving aunt to my actively serving Marine nephew. Be safe and be kind everyone!
By Rain Dayze4 years ago in Poets
“We talked about the future like we’d be in it together.” Part 1 I wrote that line a few months ago About a slowly dying friendship
By Alex Casey4 years ago in Poets
so much love so much hate shards of hope found way too late longing to be free behind a locked gate no one there to appreciate
By Mason Pines4 years ago in Poets
you never knew me as a woman never knew the long cascading locks flowing past my shoulders never knew the make up neatly applied to blend in
“Time for school!” my mom always yells each morning. I wake up and instantly feel sad. I also feel a little scared, but I keep that inside.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Poets
My dad's fixing up his roller blades. Who knows how long they've been in the garage? And his parents' garage before that.
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
gender is a newspaper to which I do not subscribe life is hard enough without these arbitrary rules that, objectively, make no sense
(in honor of lives lost too soon) There is no reason, or rhyme, the next breath - hard to find, broken, grasping our chests, with hard questions like, why?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 years ago in Poets
After I found it impossible to stand. The world’s tailspin threatened expulsion by centrifugal force. Before I could find sound
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Murder and birth The beginning of life and the end, You see it in the news, But I've never lived it, like my friends. I realize I have lived a privileged life,
By Bailey Renick4 years ago in Poets
