There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I want to throw a baby fit If I can't have you I want the fucking world to burn Or bleed I want to yell To throw things
By Joann Claude4 years ago in Poets
Spew forth your poison, unrelenting, it seeps into everyone’s flesh. Puke out the septic food you want swallowed, without question.
By Katie 4 years ago in Poets
Value me, give me power. I'll charge you up nicely. May I see your id, oh I see you are happy with me and my fees. Fold me over and split me down the middle. It won't hurt you to share with me a little.
By {L.B.}4 years ago in Poets
Amazon Prime Have you heard of that new show on Amazon? I can't wait to check it out! I'll just sign up and, oh! Discount on shoes? I do need a new pair of runners.
By Tim Leung4 years ago in Poets
I never used to wonder what my purpose was because I thought I always knew. He said, “You will be the smartest.” He said, “You will be the strongest.”
By attilan AO4 years ago in Poets
Is it the loss of a life or a relief from strife? Is it moving along or our final song? Death occurs in time. It blurs the lines.
By ROBERT COLE4 years ago in Poets
We are the slow thinkers. We carefully map out our thoughts, ideas, opinions, every single one of them. We analyse to form words eloquent enough to pass on.
By Dhea4 years ago in Poets
Force is an abomination, A scramble for control. Force is bravado, a cop-out For the constable on patrol. We’re worthy of conversation.
By Samantha Marin4 years ago in Poets
We try to hide our feelings. No one would understand the various layers that make us, us. On a mission to keep the dark parts hidden because those are the parts that broke us.
By Stephanie Jarrell4 years ago in Poets
Just some thoughts on aging. I see so many people under the impression that life ends after a decade hits. It doesn’t. You only get old if you let your mind get old, if you stop playing, if you stop looking for things to do.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Where does the water come from, but more importantly where does it go? Can we ever live up to our past, we may never know.
By Just Daniel4 years ago in Poets
Kyle The ones before us The ones before us give us food oxygen Help heal our wounds physically mentally spiritually
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Poets
