There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I saw a wealthy man wail In a blooming lawn of Spring. I saw a blind child alone, Gleefully in the dark, sing. I see and saw colors of all kinds
By Tenzin Palbar5 years ago in Poets
Cut into the cake Is it blue? Or pink? Maybe it’s neither But we won’t know that Until baby is here Yet we already Decided
By Brittany Josie5 years ago in Poets
I paint my life In shades of blue This prescribed palette Doesn’t leave my hand And the brush in the other Steadfast and diligent
By Mindy Priddy5 years ago in Poets
Color Me Free By B. Vanessa “Bee” Coleman Unlike most folks I know I’ve never met anyone related to me So I spend most of the time
By B. Vanessa Coleman5 years ago in Poets
Floating in the dark Orbits of red and pink light pierce through the skin Bound to your eyes, carried through every adolescent phase
By August White5 years ago in Poets
Queer imagination 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
By Georgia Hooper5 years ago in Poets
I've been living my life in black and white And I had never even realized. Since I was younger, teetering on the line of
By paisley 5 years ago in Poets
A long line of men On my father’s side Came down from the glen Colour blind A colourblind hand me down The legacy Of my great great, grand daddy all the way to me
By Leon Ellis Moore5 years ago in Poets
If colors described the best words . Which hue would you use to say “I love you “ Or if I gave you everything in the world plus a canvas ,
By Cynthia Mcgee5 years ago in Poets
Colour or hue. What is to you something we are surrounded by. Our world could not exist without colour we would miss the intricate details of life.
By Storm C5 years ago in Poets
I guess I was too impressionable, As soon as we could afford it my mum moved me from Central London to the suburbs. But I'd never learned how to be black,
By Xavier Noel5 years ago in Poets
red for the blood of this body, the crimson and wine of a little black boy who breathes and exists to ooze passion and shine,
By Nathaniel Iews5 years ago in Poets
