There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Pits * Welcome down here to the pits where everything you eat gives you the shits and there ain’t no shelter from the cold
By Richard Naviasky4 years ago in Poets
At first they clapped, now they’re up for the sack, These politicians, are like a hunting pack, Looking for ways, to cash in their cheques,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
Hear THIS! Americans & Racism. The whole problem nothing but pure bullshit. We don’t even know who came off which ship.
By "Serenity Mask" 4 years ago in Poets
These walls have witnessed the rawness of my soul stripped bare, The leakage of my eyes I hide securely from the outside,
By Kerry Fisher 4 years ago in Poets
Welcome to earth It’s pretty ghetto here but, we still show love The two-legged, flesh covered souls you see are called humans
By Keys Will4 years ago in Poets
I search the furthest corners of my heart for remains of trust and companion. The dust of time and pain has managed to obscure any remaining grains once there.
By MN4 years ago in Poets
The Silence of View (U) Strong and Bold YES... Intimidating But NEVER Cold, The Silence of View (U) Tough But sensitive
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
(Published in the James Dickey Review Vol. 37 2021) Come sit down, youngblood And hold real still While I cut your head
By Kincaid Jenkins4 years ago in Poets
Those sudden moments you realize you are a living thing and wonder what’s your purpose in life Believing that a thing that was created can’t be broken, like generational curses
The hands on the clock ticking at such a deep, slow rate Sending the current moment into one of those heart-tick calendar dates
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Poets
Give me back my life! Give me back that sense of freedom Freeze—-stop——breathe. Give me back my song/drip drip drip Goes the shower
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Plague of the oxymorons. The human race has been 'clutching at straws' for centuries! You are your worst own enemy, have indifferent countries, different strokes, different viewpoints and different folks.
By Teriu Lemon4 years ago in Poets
