There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
So many voices Vibrant and bold Is my own too little? Are my feet growing cold? What if I say it wrong? If I make a mistake?
By Thourne4 years ago in Poets
This is not a cry for help. Stop reading. You don't need to know what I'm struggling with. As far as you're concerned, I'm fine.
By Mary Knutson4 years ago in Poets
To forgive another is to love another as an extension of yourself but some wounds don’t bleed they weep
By Zane 4 years ago in Poets
GOOD OLE BEAN, HE HAD TO KNOW WHAT IT WOULD MEAN. ALL THE BLOOD, SWEAT, AND DREAMS. THE NON-PRESENT I IN TEAM. THE GLORY THAT DEDICATION WOULD BRING.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR4 years ago in Poets
I have my hands on the edge of the sink. Arms only thing holding me up. Per usual I’m the only one that can hold myself up. Looking in the dirty mirror all I see is a girl with bags under her eyes. Hair brittle. Make up residue smeared on her eyes.
By Scrub 4 years ago in Poets
The Buddha in the Snow - A Poem, by me 😉 The Buddha sat very still oblivious to the white covering blanketing its lofty sill.
By Jeffrey Kippel4 years ago in Poets
Who cares? When life isn't fair People waiting on the stimulus White House ain't even feeling us 2020 has been bad People walking around looking sad
By Sonja Edwards4 years ago in Poets
“I feel so sad” said the two vacant voids under her eyes where rest once lived. They clung to her as she crawled into the new year.
By Kyla Romero4 years ago in Poets
Chapter 1: I have been… ---------- I have been on nine to five forever, Have I followed anyone other than my boss? Never.
By Haitao Ran4 years ago in Poets
There’s no right way to write about the way my rights were taken, but I’ll do it to protect the three, I won’t let them be forsaken.
By Ciana Begley4 years ago in Poets
-Who am I? -I know what society says I am -I know how my parents raised me to be -I know how religion requires me to live for an everlasting eternity
By Cocoa Chadae4 years ago in Poets
I am an enigma,the type that parents are perplexed about when talking to their kids; I was from one end of the spectrum to the other depending on what part of my life was used as talking zone
By Jason Shipley4 years ago in Poets
