There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We are often asked to share our true stories To break bread with strangers As our unadulterated selves
By HM Violet4 years ago in Poets
If I dare become esemplastic with someone cauterize the junction. -for the desire was formed through abasement To suffocate from love is an insane preference.
By Samantha Corral4 years ago in Poets
If I could turn back time to the start of it all, to where ignorance corrupted once innocent, now disrupted, I wouldn’t change a thing,
By Jade Hadfield4 years ago in Poets
As the world goes to shit Let us commit To the extremity of it all And with a slurred drawl Toast to Dionysus and the gift
By Kyla Crist4 years ago in Poets
Dear 2020, As the anger fades Disappointment sinks into my veins My soul is heavy Shackled in chains And only a deep sorrow remains
By Dr Jake Hong4 years ago in Poets
Me a black man No not black as in The Crayola color But Black as in the Creators Color so being created Divinely allows the sun to even kiss me differently
By Antoine Elijah4 years ago in Poets
Oh, regardless the time of season through wars we lose our reason. Since life's precious you all know... Let hate go, let hate go, let hate go.
By John Oross 4 years ago in Poets
Breathing Fair! Don’t let the other say ‘I cannot breathe’, We are all the same We breath the same air Whether fame or infame
By Andrew Benson Greene4 years ago in Poets
”Ashes to ashes we all fall down” We fell in a well It was a living hell. That piece of cloth over your face. Was to protect you from this disgrace.
By Gracie Smith4 years ago in Poets
If I am the sun, I’d like to be the moon. The sun gives blinding light, The moon soft, guiding hue. . The sun stands still and centered,
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
“Chaos is a friend of mine” Bob Dylan dishes... I came upon the sink you see, the dishes piled beyond belief. I could have sworn i washed them the night prior
By Iyanna Baskerville 4 years ago in Poets
Mattersome Mind Spatter. I hate everything. Had my fill of it all. Please don’t take offense, it’s a “me” thing. Surely, you’re just a peach. Entrenched in my microcosm, I barely even eat anymore. Still, do kindly back off of my biscuits. Who knew fasting brought out latent food aggression? The people who actually have nothing to eat. That’s who.
By C.J. Jaye4 years ago in Poets
