There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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
Don’t judge a book by its cover That’s what they always say I guess that don’t apply to people Cuz I get judged everyday
By Keys Will4 years ago in Poets
Shit! I believed stocks were enough in here, So every person might choose to adhere ... Open-mindedness, Respect, Presence - more! Easy-attendance, Acceptance - nice wore ...
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
sometimes i hate to know you and I... sometimes... not just us - but how we can and DO hate, existentially embodiments of visceral, souly injured society.. but sometimes...
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
When people ask me what my Spanish sounds like, I stutter. I bite my lips, 'cause sometimes I don't know how to explain it.
By Juan Lli Pedraza4 years ago in Poets
You look at me with those hungry eyes, trying to beguile me, to hypnotise Your mouth drips honey, words sweeter than wine, you like the feel of my hair, the way my eyes shine
By Carolann Dowsett4 years ago in Poets
Ambulance drivers is what they have been called, But they become so much more when you’re the one being hauled. They wait around their entire shift for those tones,
By Jesse Jones4 years ago in Poets
We’re only given one life to live But how do we approach it so? Do we live it to the fullest? Or do we ever truly know?
By Noah Nelson4 years ago in Poets
I want to play god. I want to play the game of creation, of you get to be this and you get to be that. Like some sort of
By Cheshire4 years ago in Poets
1. See myself in the mirror and smile. 2. Greet others with eye contact and a genuine smile. 3. Think about maybe eating in the staff lounge versus alone.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Poets
I likely saw a girl die today, On my way to work. She climbed the side of a bridge, In a pretty pink skirt. I was stuck at a red light.
By Paige Graffunder4 years ago in Poets
I can't go to the gym today I can't make my body more Noticeable than it already is I’ll eat whatever sugar is left in this house
By Joann Claude4 years ago in Poets
