There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In the hot desert wilds, no water anywhere The promise of riches, running from despair An image with the persistence of a much better life
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Poets
Ancestral language partially assimilated. Stories erased, faces unseen, Voices unheard. Lights snuffed out Tongues cut free.
By Jarreck 5 years ago in Poets
King, tyrant, leader, preacher. Hand of God, fear the reaper. Sheep like masses, follow meekly. Upon a monster's shoulders; weak.
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Poets
Do you want to know what the truth is now? When you closed your eyes, Hide, afraid of the dark side. Disrespect, correct-give it all back
Here I stand. Here from tusk and tooth, Here on a plinth for your eyeballing enjoyment Where you mar me with kisses then
By Olivia Jade5 years ago in Poets
I see the world, a living creature – she provides the sweet scents and colors; the gift to all her creatures. Blossoming, blooming, withering…
By R.C. McLeod5 years ago in Poets
I want to figure out what your life means to you, when you've allowed so much extra to cling to you. Wouldn't you rather live effortless and free, or do you think, "no those things haven't mattered much to me."
By Karina Mays5 years ago in Poets
I think of wrinkled noses and sneers at something I think is unfair. I’m speaking here, quite specifically, of feminine armpit hair.
By Anne van Alkemade5 years ago in Poets
I stand in the falling rain Falling from the clouds of your pain Aimed at my heart you throw the spears Meant to cut my spirit my eyes fill with tears
By Aiden von Ulf5 years ago in Poets
He, being not much over the tender age of three, vividly approached me in the middle of rem Looking straight into my eyes, he speaks
By Larry Gunter5 years ago in Poets
Reiterate July 22, 2009 It’s nice to be, Just be. With no one else around, Without any other sound. My music sounds out.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)5 years ago in Poets
Out of His Hat 9/18/11 They say it’s lonely At the top. I wouldn’t know. Yet it can be Quite lonely here
