There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I don't really want to be a part of the ministry anymore I love the Lord...I do. I love God, and everything about Him But it's too much...trying to help others
By Natalie Story5 years ago in Poets
In a perfect world, I am cotton candy. Pink, like sunsets in the Land of Living Skies. Soft, to touch, delicate and handy,
By Tia Hendricks5 years ago in Poets
Black, with Rose Color Glasses Black, Deep, within the hollows of my soul carries me. • on rivers, in darkness,
By Alicia Clark5 years ago in Poets
I AM: Creativity at its finest. Skillfully mastering life by embracing my sheer existence. My mind embodies the paint, my actions resemble a brush, the world bears my canvas and life becomes my wildest manifestations.
By CreativeKee5 years ago in Poets
Blurred in Nature Born into a brown body A unique hue designed for Kileigh Red tones eliminated as a hobby In a land full of thriving nude
By Kileigh S.5 years ago in Poets
My mother told me, that my accent— is like a warm glass of milk, and a jar of honey, a sweetness in the form of rare indulgent berries
By Damilola5 years ago in Poets
We have an obsession The art of expression How can we encompass This enigmatic possession? Our souls are impossible To grasp and to hold
By Michelle Baxter5 years ago in Poets
My life through color RAINBOW WAS MY CHILDHOOD I was so bright without a care in sight. I started to rebel looking for the love I’m never felt. I broke down momma sent to a safe place she thought. No enters..
By Alicia Finley5 years ago in Poets
When I was kid, my favorite color was red. Back when life was a lot simple and colors were just colors. In a way they still are but not entirely.
By Ayoinmotion 5 years ago in Poets
Orange Blossoms in the air Orange, the color of my hair Be your True Self if you dare Like the fiery color most rare Like the magical butterflies that blessed me
By Rose Hanie5 years ago in Poets
We are born. We are characterized, put in boxes for us to learn & how to get out of. Through the ups, the downs, the imposter syndrome, the exclusivity, the challenges; we break through & shine.
By Drey (Stricly Spoken)5 years ago in Poets
“Throw like a girl” was hilarious to me Because girls were pinks and that could not be me. Because I had to be blue. It’s embarrassing to not.
By Isabelle Dredge5 years ago in Poets
