There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In a country of great islands, Where often are seen many hands Happily walking when showing sadness, And where people couldn't build strong business ;
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
In the sky The sand falls like rain It collects to the sandals Of this diverse domain Ambeh The sandhills The camels,
By Freon Stories and Poems4 years ago in Poets
Home. A happy place for happenings, A delightful presentation of my mind. The daily preservation of the things I leave behind,
By Connor Long4 years ago in Poets
I don’t have a home anymore It was built for a different purpose Than to stay inside Too big to handle So many affairs
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
What is free if my so call rights were previously thoughts of murdereous men. See i watched the news tell me what's new ain't it the same old crew advertising poo poo ?
By @lespoemesdecheikh4 years ago in Poets
The year was 18 hundred 4 east of the Muddy in Camp Wood Two men were sent on a mission to survey the new neighborhood
By Christopher Herald4 years ago in Poets
Create... all of us say Is not a simple as switching apps in our brain is more like a let go with it's cons and pros let's go I say it could be for everybody
By Jacare Freeman4 years ago in Poets
I live in a place where I get mail every day, none of it for me. Instead it is for decades worth of past tenants who have not changed their address for their bills, brochures, birthday cards.
By Sophie Richton4 years ago in Poets
“Never be forgotten, what a brave soul,” saved our lives with his own “We should honor him, our brave soul”, said the society that he lived in.
By Wide Writer4 years ago in Poets
Afflicted with the cold are the ones who walk here Pale and prudently prepared for an uncertain future. Filth ridden street. Everything must go!
By T Woods4 years ago in Poets
Winter: Stuck in the dead of winter, in a place you never wanted to be in. Hoping, Wishing, Praying, To be away from the cold you've been trapped in.
By Shane Moellers4 years ago in Poets
This is a very old poem for a very dear friend, with some music that she loves, the incredible "White Raven" by Wadruna. This is Viking, Nordic, Icelandic and Glacial.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
