There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Home means different things to different people There are some among us who are content with nothing but a place to sleep
By Alvin Ang4 years ago in Poets
And so, the laurel wreath slipped from the crown of the world, mournfully replaced by a halo of thorns. Exchanging the Aegis for a cross,
By Amelie Marine4 years ago in Poets
I hear the phone ringing as the television blurs. Another solitary night, as lonely as the first… New desk, new life, such promise: yet nothing new is used -
By Joanna McLoughlin4 years ago in Poets
Unison, harmony, perfect understanding of purpose; More than a place, but still a locale to be desired. As our hands toil on the clock of corporate service,
By Michael Conrad4 years ago in Poets
My grandparents were immigrants . Childhood was in half Italian and half English Nothing was a statement, a simple sentence of fact
By P. E. Zaccardo4 years ago in Poets
Two souls that I no carry a brave each of them presenting as fame. Triangulu moaning wind has complained, and I sit next to myself.
By Lightness4 years ago in Poets
Come on kid, leave me alone Go talk to your dad about the birds and the bees Go inside, quit rustling my leaves You’re stressing my limbs, you’re breaking my branches
By Jesse Carkin4 years ago in Poets
all around the world Humans are fleeing Home is shelter
By jovanna hopkins4 years ago in Poets
I'm on my way home to a place where I need to be. Where love resides, where fires burn bright, where warmth is found, where joy exists,
By Kiran Kumar 4 years ago in Poets
My heart was built underneath my Mothers skin, my first home and shelter unfolding within, her body and blood and bone.
By Fiona Mclennan4 years ago in Poets
This really did happen to me in march of two thousand and fourteen I had went back to my ex , a lesson unforeseen When we are somewhere we aren't meant for at that time
By Karen Green4 years ago in Poets
In attempting to be seen and heard We're getting tangled up in the words Trying hard to bring us together But inventing vocabularies that pull us further apart
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
