There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Create a majestic interlude of fine wine and lavender sunshine. Intermixed with a sprite...apple crisp... and dinner at midnight
By Shawn Royster5 years ago in Poets
A Far Cry from Africa A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
One year of quarantine was enough for me to find my real self. The power of solitude gave me clarity. Clarity gave me meaning. Meaning gave me a goal. The goal gave me a route to run on.
By Giorgos Pantsios5 years ago in Poets
I refused my inheritance Of a nation. Its wounds are ugly, Its closets deep. I hate your darkness. Be better, my fantasy.
By Marc Peraino5 years ago in Poets
~ For my Grandparents ~ And all the Veterans on this and all remembrance Days! Looking in their eyes and understanding what I’d seen
By Jennifer Cooley5 years ago in Poets
~ Masturbation ~ Hanging from the monkey bars dangling... upside down, my legs strongly crossed trying to understand,
~ Child in the Street~ I see a child in the street I see the smile that lives there, her sunny yellow hair a playful item in the cart
I was still a kid when I jumped for joy It was likely for getting a new toy Or for hitting another kid who hurt A little kitten fending for its life
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
Confessions I must confess I'm sick of measuring each other's success By frivolous material things Not as human beings A big house Designer clothes A fancy car
By Muhammad Sheraz5 years ago in Poets
Give me irony or it is my death The Hitch understood it till his last breath Sarcasm is sharper than any knife providing the stabbing passes to life
Isn't it right that every child should have a roof over their head? But the number remains a million instead. Isn't it right that I should sit on a bus without feeling oppressed?
By mariama5 years ago in Poets
Two people With the same duality: One is calm Like gentle ripples on the quiescent water Flowing flair for flaunting
By Moon Desert5 years ago in Poets
