There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Years and years of pain and hurt get shoved down beneath the surface. Parents and grandparents were told not to cry. To toughen up. To not be so weak.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Poets
Hapless bystander- Maybe, but why did you wander here, specifically? Tell me about your journey… of the odyssey that brought you here… to this point in our currently shared history.
By Amelia Laken4 years ago in Poets
What forest? he said, “All I see are trees.” Blinded was he, to not see, what stood before him. “What proof have you” he uttered “Of this forest you talk of”
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
Only one of people poor, Around the world today - Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, Just trying hard, to find my way.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Poets
You know what the most limiting thing in this world is? Language. It falls short-- Alone it doesn't have the capability to effectively translate, Yet the more you know the easier it becomes, Where one language doesn't, another most certainly does-- So you can become creative, You can overlap, You can create content that creates context that creates visions! you Can fill the gaps!-- Yet even then the
By P4 years ago in Poets
How can you be what you want your kids to be like yet stay away from it at the same damn time; Just being the simple reason that I say I am different, an enigma, or one of a kind
By Arthur Walton4 years ago in Poets
Part 1 Biden’s sworn in to the office One man out and one man in Snapshot of American history Biden, what what will you do for me?
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Poets
What a heavy week closing out 24. Let's evaluate who is being left behind the door, SELF-DOUBT, no more will I question my worth.
By Drako the Righter4 years ago in Poets
Woke up to this My fear yes it is Prophecies Never to be taken as lies Nostradamus And his prophecies Tricky for most of us
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Poets
A demi-God among semi-devils Never alone I’ve always had the judgement and critiques To keep me company How dare I reject the pressure?
By Oscar Wilson4 years ago in Poets
Pubic hair, oh pubic hair, You’re not just restricted to my underwear. All this fluff, when I’m in the buff, Sporting a lovely 70’s disco muff.
By Caroline Egan4 years ago in Poets
Done loading. I’m strapped with a .50 caliber Desert Eagle as a side arm And a M16 assault rifle as my primary weapon. We descend out of the helicopter,
By Mike Ortega4 years ago in Poets
