There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Poets
listen the whirring blades chop chop chopping motors the daring escapades over the fields and glades the heat of explosions
will you accept these uncharted waters in which you were precariously cast unto and the unbearable waves which were cast upon you
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
this insane world is so often cold and cruel it’s quite ugly and mean with enslaved people used as tools just cogs in the machine
If you actually think that you won in the end, then I'd like to know what exactly did you think that you’d win? Are you somehow accomplished now?
I think I’m coming unhinged. I no longer live in the world I once lived. My computer doesn’t scream at me anymore, I chopped off my phone’s cord,
The mind and what it means to you. What is psychoanalysis? In so many words. P is for the physical and mental mind, S is or feeling safe,
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
he happily picks up his broken red crayon (the one I taped back together) and colors his apple while proudly showing me
Broadway is back! Excitement abounds for all involved. Actors and choruses, Dancers and extras, the stage, the curtain,
I saw the rise of technology and the descent of the American dream happen right before my very eyes, sheltered in a sanctuary of solemn lies,
sometimes there is so much going on so much life that I forget to live the appointments, the shopping, the classes (unstopping),
Cardionuclear burst, strongly close proof of the hurt. Tardy, ghosts soon to be curbed. God knows we deserve worse. Inspect the disinfectant; did time elect or systemize the germs?
By Matthew Eastman4 years ago in Poets
