There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Ukraine Snow. Sonnet 178. From my kitchen window, snow falls like cotton balls. Winds toss them all about; as dandelion seeds,
By David Louis Stanley4 years ago in Poets
I come home to this. I’ve slurped a thousand spoonfuls of your stew. They all tasted the same. A pinch of salt, Beef,
By Grayden McIntyre4 years ago in Poets
Hey there rich Costume Sticks of gold isnt enough for you to see the pitch Saten stories written through generations of pain so stop the grip
By Lester Baroody4 years ago in Poets
Here Empty but I’m pushing thru Seems like everything and everyone is falling thru And all I can think is “they’re not for you”
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Poets
In the future, what will they see, When they turn the pages of history? Will they read about Princess Olga who slew the Bear,
By attilan AO4 years ago in Poets
ewhat s it take for you to rock this way gettinn strange gettinn late some things we cant explain but right when it hits you
By PacificHailie4 years ago in Poets
When did innocent lives become pieces on your chessboard ~ played out as pawns for your ego ~ subjected to the whim and fancy of an oligarch
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Poets
They lost their home, their children, their family. They dance to music in their heads that nobody else can hear. Their skin is filled with sores and scars.
By Auntie K4 years ago in Poets
Pieces melting all together, Cityscapes and stormy weather. Talking heads in every corner. One is dead, one’s the mourner.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Poets
Are you the straw that breaks it all? **** You blow your cool with someone. Get inpatient. Be unkind. Unsympathetic
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
I’m just sittin’ here. I’m just blowin’ my mind. I got nothin’ to do, So I’m just wasting my time. And I’m singing this tune,
Last night, I spoke lovingly, To a friend I’ve never seen before. She spoke swiftly, And acted naturally, with the same speed.
