There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
LIVING LIFE AND ALL ITS WONDERS WONDERS OF IMAGINATIONS DREAMS OF IMAGINATIONS REAL OR FAKE, IT’S BREATH TAKING LIFE, I WONDER WHAT IT’S REALLY LIKE
By Lisa Reid5 years ago in Poets
I’ll walk away from the table one day And nobody there will ever see or hear from me again I’ll say “see ya later” with the intention of never having contact again
By Anne Humphrey5 years ago in Poets
I fell to my knees and prayed to the empty They give them names but to me they're nameless They embody what it is to breathe with plastic airways
By Patrick Santiago5 years ago in Poets
Over Dinner As We Ate In the stillness of my mind I see the child I left behind chubby little fingers catching fireflies in the dark
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Poets
I no longer celebrate myself everyone celebrates themselves round the clock my sight of a spear of grass is impeded Monsanto roundup decimated the insect microcosm
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Poets
Holes make my heart sing Holes make my heart sing for all that I love is hole-y Joy is a shovel in hand moving dirt, making holes
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Poets
My eyes are red, My soul is dead. My ribs have cracked, My spine has already got whacked. My hands are already tied up,
By Shrutee 5 years ago in Poets
There are things the computers can’t do Things that they will never do Warm words aren’t formed by circuit boards Understanding cannot be automated.
By Frank Geier5 years ago in Poets
Talking with fallen leaves. Velveteen angel wings... and wind woven by butterflies. I see the light at the end of the tunnel with no tunnel just light.
By Shawn Royster5 years ago in Poets
Look at Italy. Hospitals are overrun. It’ll be fine here. We won’t close borders. Must protect the economy. It tanked anyway.
By James Beck5 years ago in Poets
I can’t make up my mind Can I trust you? What do you desire from me? Are you trying to control me? My mind is always calculating
By Jevin McGovern-Ross5 years ago in Poets
Snow falling on cedar logs My breath visible to my eyes Clouds laden with their heavy load Floating heavily in the skies.
By Paul Douglas5 years ago in Poets
