There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Out of the birdbox Was when I left home And I couldn't turn back nor could I sleep It seemed there was not a soul alive as deep.
By Katelyn Marie Clair4 years ago in Poets
Been high For a couple of years Every morning For breakfast Drink a couple of beers To drown down Some pills We said
By Abasa Aziz ibn Horace4 years ago in Poets
we live and breathe some with pain, some with ease some may wheeze while othes weep. but still, we live and breathe. some breaths full -
By Simara Askew4 years ago in Poets
As the day turns into night The drizzle is ever so slight The lost gold lives their plight A doorway a box is my home tonight.
By Rob Urquhart4 years ago in Poets
I emulate you I adore you Or so I think I do At four I was clay I molded to be like you . Was it adoration? Or was it out of fear?
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Poets
What is a fandom? You may ask Well, it’s rather simple, you see, It’s simply the love one has for a particular book, movie, team, or series on TV.
By Haley Williams-Dillon4 years ago in Poets
Insolent judgmental intruders throughout the whole year never asking how I am only rigorously imposing themselves on me
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
Sinking summer Sunday sun And everything is well and done My space age eyes are screened with haze A fragile calming lazy daze
By Max Burns-McRuvie4 years ago in Poets
The Beginning of a Divergence The imagination is an amazing thing. Our capacity to imagine is one of the things that separates humans from other animals — we have the power to imagine what does not exist, what has never existed. We have the capacity to imagine different ways of living and interacting with each other. Some people might dismiss this as providing no practical benefit to society whatsoever.
By Marriannè4 years ago in Poets
'confidence is the key' he said. 'I know' I said. 'just keep falling forward' 'you're right' 'or kill yourself' nothing was a bad idea at this point.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Poets
Home is where I kick off my Louboutins at the front door, Drop my flawless facade, walk bare-footed to the fridge Grab a tub of rocky road and a big spoon,
By Glad Doggett4 years ago in Poets
I was in an empty hotel room The walls were empty and got shorter by the day The windows were bare and white on the other side
By Brad4 years ago in Poets
