There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
“The knock at our door came around seven in the morning.” Thus Cuza Malè recounts the moment of the arrest of her husband, the Cuban poet, of the Castilian language, Heberto Padilla.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Poets
You want to know about me? Where should I start… My family? The way I was left in my crib Crying Because daddy wanted his child to learn
By Joann Claude4 years ago in Poets
Tumbling, spinning, runaway life. Even sitting still, it gains speed. Rushing past in blurred days. Never pausing, always forward, burning my days, despite attempts at slowing the pace.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
To those we've lost Hope you found heaven In the Pearly Gates from up above With Open Hearts and lots of love We miss you all so dearly
By Anna cruz4 years ago in Poets
SONNET TO THE MOON Slowly it rises, steadily it energies As it sizes, darkness it diverges It breaks out of the dark cloud That for so long has held it bound
By Ezindubuisi Ebenezer4 years ago in Poets
I’ve always enjoyed driving Cruising down gravel roads with no destination The music playing as loud as I can stand it
By E. C. Mira4 years ago in Poets
Did you say heaven is for all? Cries of vengeance, vengeance … Rented the stillness of that unholy hour, When hungry maggots wrapped up in silken transparencies
By Archiebald Thornton4 years ago in Poets
Dear Social Media Addicts, Today I will introduce you to the "The Plain Bagel Struggle." As a plain bagel (a woman that does not wear makeup), I sometimes struggle to stick to my own personal beliefs. I have once again considered wearing makeup, and once again I have decided not to give in. This is a challenging PERSONAL journey of mine that I started as a teenager. There is always pressure from society to present myself to the world the way the world wants to see me. Especially when it comes to being feminine. It's an odd requirement that some people have. To be considered a feminine woman, I must cover up my true appearance. I fight the societal pressure because I know that makeup is not a good idea for me.
By MdotJam4 years ago in Poets
Bad hero? What’s a good hero? If no mistakes were created, Could you still give advice? If you were never broken, Would you know what to fix?
By Victoria Mahealani RC4 years ago in Poets
We stand at a crossroads, stood close to the edge, As the media drives, an ever dividing wedge, So easily swayed, most just fell asleep,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
My mother died when I was twelve years old. It was really something to lose my mother at that age because thirty years later I find myself wanting to ‘know’ her… as an adult, as a friend.
By Markus Shields4 years ago in Poets
"Regressionaggression" Suppose to accept all my limitations: only experience is the intermediate illusion when survival
By Jeffrey P Bailey4 years ago in Poets
