There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
STAINS AND TARTS All could go in Vain If you didn’t start and STAIN Life has a beauty in Chain Even after a thunderstorm Rain
By Shizza5 years ago in Poets
There are times we must choose justice There are times we must stand There are times we can't forget These are those times and we must press on
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
.... Anything else? In desolation she finds comfort. Her love was in a limelight. The space in her heart became abode of love.
To the trans woman or man, you might think that I hate you or that I don't understand, I don't hate you, you're a human and should be respected as such, I just ask that you don't push it on my children is that asking too much?
By Billy Rose5 years ago in Poets
We start our life in this world helpless, There is no memory of our early years, Why do we come in like a blank page?
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Poets
Now more than ever We in this world All need to come together Set aside rhetoric and lies That which causes us to divide
By Gregory Anderson5 years ago in Poets
: Black Skin But White Hearts It was past thought But I felt it's history The narrator seems talk from experience
Before we genuflect to the rituals of capitalism inhale and take in the hidden miasma Those bouncy rooms and Disney pilgrimages
By Michele Cuomo5 years ago in Poets
“You!” she shrieked with confidence. “Surely it was you.” With a single finger pointing, she cast judgment, like she knew.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Poets
Walking down past the old railroad, Destruction painted in the very name, Where in the flames they were consumed, And left there, writhing, crying out in pain.
By Aisla Houghton-Foster5 years ago in Poets
A carer cries at night but no one hears their plight . They wish someone would lend a hand or at least try to understand .
By Sharon Tiday5 years ago in Poets
The sanctity of life brings me bliss, Chilling dizziness of love's first kiss. Watching yourself slowly disintegrate every year
By Soprano Shayne Dalva5 years ago in Poets
