There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
What were we thinking Where have we gone What path were we taking That turned so wrong Can we move on From this dark place
By Bob Metivier4 years ago in Poets
Queen Sandra, cool and collected removed herself from the way of a weak-minded coward on a sunny Texas day. They both drove the open road
By Markus Shields4 years ago in Poets
đź‘€ EYES WIDE SHUT đź‘€ If we choose to simply close our eyes, we're blinded so easily by societal lies. We lose our ability to rationalize,
By Annie Edwards 4 years ago in Poets
The Workplace I tried as I might so as not to pick fights And encourage the thoughts which brought this about. “Removing the walls and reducing the waste,
By Russell Gottschalk4 years ago in Poets
I only wish if could meet someone, if there's a partner someday, better in person, who's could see me clearly as a pure, decent human being, no matter how romantically I am.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Poets
In these times where fact and fiction merge and no news is real news we ask ourselves, "War, what is it good for". An abstact structure of the true nature of good v evil, beauty is juxtaposed by the ugly and abstraction becomes reality.
By Michael Britten4 years ago in Poets
What cruelty What shameful tragedy hath befallen thee That thou wouldst kill the Sunflower? The soaring and abundant bloom
By Arthur Armstrong4 years ago in Poets
With darkness on top of darkness How can we find the light? Everything that we say and do Only sparks a fight Black Lives Matter
By Miles Cooper4 years ago in Poets
Ruskie the raccoon Whistling a patriotic tune Was not amused Wondering if Ruskie was being used Being sent into battle
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
I will never apologize for my kinky hair or toasted bagel-brown complexion or full lips. I am not ashamed of where I was raised or who raised me. My self-worth is not my credit score. My struggle is not a badge of honor.
By MaSu4 years ago in Poets
In the valley of darkness, I walk alone Weighed down by sins, I must atone Your voice echoes here, haunting me Inside your arms, I felt safe and free
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Pop, pop, Balloon strings hold my hands. They fling me to the sky, like a pop, pop doll. Pop, pop, you go. Balloon reds and balloon blues.
By Mari Vic 4 years ago in Poets
