There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
When I say I have strayed from the soils that nurtured you react as if I've said "I'm joining the circus". Come to think of it...I rather like clowns.
By Readership:me4 years ago in Poets
Annie wrapped her chiffon around me, Light as it might have been, The sturdy intertwining threads latched tightly together hugged firmly to my flesh,
By jocelyn Townsend 4 years ago in Poets
Define me as you wish. As bones clattering beneath bedsheets, knocking together through the slog of rolling over, scraping soreness into muscles too fragile to fight back.
By Jade Hadfield4 years ago in Poets
I haven’t seen you since the rain fell dripping from the ashen sky. . I haven’t seen you since the sky was torn asunder by fire like
By Varian Ross4 years ago in Poets
I'm my own worst enemy I've lost the friend in me Haven't learned my lessons Haven't seen any blessings Why is my mind always messing
By Sir Wiggles4 years ago in Poets
I. There were wrought-iron gates by the riverside – salvaged bits of a grandeur left untouched, save for the bloody, hardened frost of untold years of creeping rust –
By Thomas Evans4 years ago in Poets
Grinning for Green instead of Greed Is a wise volition - not decisions ; Wishes without hard works never feed And all Climates are hasting Actions.
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
What are you wearing? I don’t know yet. I don’t think white looks good on me today. Well it looks better on you than me.
By Evelyn Harris4 years ago in Poets
From cave dwellers, To wild, warring societies, To hard working, industrious peoples, To thinkers, tinkers, and inventors of great things.
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Dolls are more Than decor And models too. Decor is enough Beauty is generous But purpose is my favorite excuse. When you can find
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
She sat and she ate with the wildness of a wolf unfed for days, being thrust by emotion, not by hunger. “There is tension and anger”.
By Anthi Psomiadou4 years ago in Poets
Self-destruction is used to describe addictions like drug abuse and gambling. Everything that is so painfully clear to outsiders’ eyes, looking in on a broken life.
By Amelia Michels4 years ago in Poets
