There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Holiday what ever do I say things today aren't like growing up in the day no celebrating Columbus no taking the bus to relatives
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
What you can find On every street corner Is not a rare jewel Nor a sincere mourner What you can find At every farmer’s market
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
THE SOUND OF INEVITABILITY When pain lays eggshells on our lives And drains our being that we feel so weak We tend to lean on thoughts that aren't good enough
By Khalida Parveen4 years ago in Poets
By the ocean From the waves Find happiness the water says Sapphire moonlight Ravishing stars We're locked behind
By Arushi Sahu4 years ago in Poets
Pressure Slowly the pressure increases, Pushing down on my shoulders gently. Pretending to be a reassuring squeeze, It whispers fake promises in my ear.
By Wasaya Khan4 years ago in Poets
Please don't call be big, please don't call me fat. I might not be what you want, or up to your specific standards but I am a person and I do feel.
By Maria D4 years ago in Poets
So much pressure From the thoughts that swirl Round and round inside my head. The clock is ticking Time is marching on Things to do
By Analise Dionn4 years ago in Poets
How can people hold hatred in their heart How does it not make them sick all the time When they act in wicked ways And spew wicked words from their mouths
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Poets
When Briony looked into her crystal ball, She saw the past and the future, Displayed on her mental visual wall. Briony saw the futures of her friends,
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
When we don’t blink; flat card shiny screens tumbleweed When we see gloss; fibres shrink sparks skitter squared-glitter
By Alex B Clarke4 years ago in Poets
You think you are the first person to gossip or slander my name Sadly, all in an attempt to bring me shame I laugh loudly at your words of nonsense, as I am amused
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Poets
As I was walking down a busy avenue, I was in high spirits, for my bank loan had gone through. I was smiling from thoughts of what I could buy.
By Christi Brannon4 years ago in Poets
