There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The light within seeks the light in others God’s love conversing through us Showing the meaning of a joyful spirit Living in a loving, high vibing state
By Filza Chaudhry4 years ago in Poets
Midnight to midnight we slave away Twenty four hours for what meager pay Shackles shift from one to the next Each one giving at the clock's behest
By Tales from a Madman4 years ago in Poets
I’ve made a habit of being disappointed. I heighten my expectations and get let down when they aren’t met. It’s a bad habit.
By Emmett Coleman4 years ago in Poets
The silence is deafening, Throbbing. Pounding. A rhythmic beat of nothingness, As a million thoughts flood my mind.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Poets
From my teachers i've learned Quite a lot of things I've been taught From learning sorrow to pain It's all in the luck, in the luck
By Noorain Hassan4 years ago in Poets
No one wants to hear the courts tale of the tape especially from the DA representing the state; Why is that, cause our justice process has no give and take, so no choice but to man up and face your fate
By Arthur Walton4 years ago in Poets
Stubborn we walk blindfolded into a world of too many choices walking as if no sorrow could touch us. Stumbling automatons
By Michael Redgen4 years ago in Poets
2 billion people living their lives addicted each trying to find escape in locked up denial. You are called an addict
More song lyrics that I have yet to add a sound to. Please enjoy: 1. You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to hit me.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
We have lost our ability to be silent and fill up each moment with unceasing sound. Tiny hairs sway like wheat in the breeze
Thanks to the rise of AI, I was able to turn this poem into a two part song. This part one of, Night Owls Dream, and is a #story told with #music. It addresses #environmental problems as well as being #entertaining.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Poets
It's been 2 years already. Or, was it 3 years(4 years already?)? From lightness to darkness, On and off, It just couldn't stop.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Poets
