There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I can vividly see the clay vessel With art so divine, from the gods did it come Precariously resting upon a stone pedestal
By Eric Abney4 years ago in Poets
In the dream, We are born learned and loving. Loving being like a fleece blanket or window sun spot on a snowy day. It is being held by both hands as my feet lift up, up, up, and swing;
By jocelyn Townsend 4 years ago in Poets
Please don't take this rhyme as impertinence as I'm really trying to not be rude or too confident or bold I've been told, maybe I'm just old
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Maxim is my word for the day and it is often used as a guiding rule Please excuse me when I say, Don't sell magic flames by candy, fool!!
Something to start, let's play our part! Life could be so much fun, without all those filters That builds your heart into stone.
By Sofia Duarte4 years ago in Poets
~Sweet innocents~ One little girl No one like her she ever knew always in a place where she felt she stood alone; went out into the world One day
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
I once received a mailing that requested some explaining A handwritten note Where freedom’s been smote From a city under the world’s worst detaining
By Will Hull4 years ago in Poets
From life: The smiling cup slides To parting lips That reflect Our voices Our eyes that play Many parts in one day
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Becoming The night crawled up, and wrapped itself around her, enveloped her in a prison of dark mist squeezing the juice of peace from her heart,
By Mlungisi Dube4 years ago in Poets
Your haunting alarm sounds off with the sunrise. You stretch, toss and turn, and attempt to arise out of bed, you emerge; what’s the first thing you do?
By Jordan Craft4 years ago in Poets
I’m trapped in my ocean of loneliness in this crowded sea Familiar faces encircle me as the room swells with glee Surrounded by expired conversation and stale stories
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
They say I’m too much, Too happy one day, Too sad the next. Too much to deal with, Too much to handle. Too quiet when I need to speak up
By Cianna Williams4 years ago in Poets
