There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It creeps up my spine and slithers Around my throat With the vengeance of a man starved and left To tremble in the cold,
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Hi Leaders, There are creative ways, to end this war. But 'ego' ain't in it. There are leaders at fault, in this war.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse4 years ago in Poets
We should build monuments to mothers, bearers of the sacrifice of war and whose loss is neglected; while statues celebrating the victory from their sons' deaths are erected.
By Foster Joseph Sayers III4 years ago in Poets
The time to mask up , the time to lock up , the time to be distant. The time of grief, the loss of lives . The sorrow and the pain.
By Sheridan4 years ago in Poets
World, why are you beating yourself up? You're more and more corrupt from within. The heat of your bombs are no joke any longer,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
When does it all end? The rubble gleams dark crimson With the blood of citizens Who never agreed to be martyrs. The ghostly wail of crying children
By CT Idlehouse4 years ago in Poets
Put down the pen Set aside your phone Make a simpler dinner To be present at home The drive to get things done
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi4 years ago in Poets
Old and twisted, it stands resolute. It’s wood seemingly petrified. Hardened in death by sun and air, still it seems to possess some life.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
I've got something to say and I'll say it with ease. The days of biting my tongue nearly killed me like some unnamable disease.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
Romance is a challenging thing to prescribe There’s no specialist in the field Young men and doting women line the boulevards
By alan pierce4 years ago in Poets
The wall rose up before them, up into the clouds it went. They all stood astonished, as to what this wall meant. They saw nothing of what lay beyond, no person could they see.
What isis t'at atat hat What What isi s What's rheal? What's real? REAhLLY...WHAT IS REAL? I ask myself this question because today,
By GAGI Digesh4 years ago in Poets
