There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In a strange way, everyone is at our fingertips. Even if they aren't really here. I mean physical presence. Here. Beside me.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
Scrolling social media & everybody’s saying: Save and invest; Check this out; follow me; buy my stuff. The world has turned to shit since David Bowie died.
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Poets
Whispers. Murmurs. Hushed tones Questions upon questions There’s too many unknowns Just try to carry on with lessons Feeling the air thicken
By Colorful Chaotic4 years ago in Poets
I am a creature that’s a lot like you in many ways. I have human skin, hair, and teeth. I have a mouth, a voice, a mind. This is how it’s been my whole life,
By attilan AO4 years ago in Poets
This is for the ones who took lashes for me The ones who marched through racial slurs and ugliness for me This is for the ones who took dog bites and hoses for me in the streets of Birmingham
By Estacious White4 years ago in Poets
Mirror mirror upon the wall. The stories you weave. The lies you tell. Not the fairest of them all. An image distorted.
By Christina Oswald4 years ago in Poets
I am so tired. I just want to lay here and wither to become one again with, to disappear back into the familiar hearth.
By Sara Wynn4 years ago in Poets
The world has changed, that’s a certainty, But every generation, thinks this certainly, Life moves on, we do our best, But don’t compare yourself, with all the rest,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
To those who feel abandoned Constantly searching the night’s sky for a star they can call home To those who know and understand poverty
By Ali SP4 years ago in Poets
When my buttons get pressed my tongue gets amnesia I rip off the gloves Cause I ain't here to please ya I drop hard truths
By Nicholle Michelle4 years ago in Poets
Oh God my supposed savior I’ve fallen to my knees again. Don’t even know if you’re here
By Jeffrey P Bailey4 years ago in Poets
tremble— softest lips— the sight makes me wonder! the door falls shut and so do my teeth tremble— alone you still haven’t seen me
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Poets
