There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
He had many friends and many things - Donkey named Lula, a bull named Maretzi, A couple of sheep, cats followed him everywhere -
By Abigail Sire 4 years ago in Poets
The blue and red shook me straight Broke my gaze and brought my brows together Tightly Shit The road was narrow one lane each way
By Kavi Elwyn4 years ago in Poets
as we step into the center of attention, it’s all about us! we control the illusions, we form the potential, we see ourselves in the being, the now, the forever!
By Moe Radosevich4 years ago in Poets
An evil man in a lovely suit Using poor lips to polish his boot Out for himself, out looking to loot He's got a yarn to spin
By Brock Richardson4 years ago in Poets
I heard about it, I read about it, I write about it, But it could be that bad, I never thought about it. One couldn’t eat,
By Kamran Mehmood 4 years ago in Poets
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme gimme, gimme… Let no man stand between me and my stimmy. Government-regulated economic stimulation…
By Wolé Marville Sr.4 years ago in Poets
Instead of rolling your eyes And hoping I’ll give up Maybe encourage my dreams Instruct me through each hiccup
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
This one might be a little difficult to write. Being a mother has taught me many things, and I understand that you were right. I should have listened, and I shouldn’t have been so quick to pick a fight.
By Brittany Odom4 years ago in Poets
Gold is one of those rare things Both precious and useful Made of romance, lightning, and stings The strong and the youthful
By Matthew Daniels4 years ago in Poets
In bed, I sleep in. I am not tired, but I want to pretend that my life hasn’t started yet. I am cognizant of my surroundings.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
The biggest hypocrites are the biggest critics. You talk a good one but never live it. Identity? Yeah you switch it, You’re wicked, and don’t understand you’re filled with lies, with more personalities than a bipolar Gemini.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
The doors part with unconscious repetition, uneasy are the mechanics of man that grease their teeth with oil and gasp for air in the dark of tunnels dug long ago.
By Lexington4 years ago in Poets
