There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I want to break out of this shell And be who I really am But this world has us so Caught up In Putting on a mask to play the game of life.
By K. Noelle Warner5 years ago in Poets
I keep finding myself in the room with the false glass ceiling - sometimes I believe its open air then later, breathless, I look for a trap door.
By Thea Price-Eckles5 years ago in Poets
Trauma can subtle, slipped into everyday normality. If it’s an every day occurrence; gunfire echoing off the buildings from the corner.
By Adam Carnes5 years ago in Poets
And so I rolled up my sleeves and met the canvas of my mind with the paint of my fears Every colour was a story Some good
By Georgia Hooper5 years ago in Poets
Them that show themselves merciful, mercy they shall get. A joyful heart lightens the load, leaving little to regret. But them that judge will be judged, with the same standards we use.
By Benjamin Alexander House5 years ago in Poets
At Hime station only the elderly board the JR trains. The Youth has abandoned the toil of the rice fields for the glitter of Tokyo streets.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
I wish I had a magic wand To vanish all hatred and discrimination To make all living souls just get along So many stories
By Filza Chaudhry5 years ago in Poets
Embrace our children afraid to be loved, past innocent affection dissolved. Arms grip air amidst troubled faces with sad eyes do glare.
By Chris Madsen5 years ago in Poets
Confined to our home, comfortable within our walls, we proudly display the rainbow on our windows. Windows that allow natural ventilation
By Chloé Chaudron5 years ago in Poets
We as human beings have an impact on our environment, pollution, burning things, and deforestation isn't the same look let's grasp it, it's time for change.
By Sharon McKellery5 years ago in Poets
Through what eyes do you see me... Am I beautiful? Skin smooth like..melted chocolate Do I...tempt, your taste buds? With aromas dancing on empty winds
By Britny B. Bacon5 years ago in Poets
Tis the season of goodwill Overshadowed by a pandemic Families kept separated 2020 plans ripped apart Covid19 deconstructed
