There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In her there is red In the way she dances in ruby In the way she loves in scarlet In the way she yells in crimson
By Jennifer Trease5 years ago in Poets
I am them all. I am the unctuous red of kissed lips and rushing blood, the image of both pain and desire. I am strength. I am action. I am courage.
By Claire Goscomb5 years ago in Poets
Maybe today this event will unlock The colorful conversations from a crayon box. “One might assume, we get along well ‘Cause in this box, we all collectively dwell.
By kevin williams 5 years ago in Poets
I did this in 2017 just letting people know what the Trump election was to this country which 5 years later turned out to be more than that.
By Phillip Moore5 years ago in Poets
Twenty twenty what a year, toxins fill our lungs and spread fear. Species on the brink of survival, tears can’t extinguish the fire of this new arrival.
By Amy Louise Bruton5 years ago in Poets
A journey commenced from the nucleus of love A divine union of seminal beauty Nurtured by guidance unwavering * "Love your mother, earth and matriarch
By Mary Jo Hanly5 years ago in Poets
Colour Perception- ALK 6/5/21 I don’t have synesthesia I can’t taste or hear colour However teal feels Like bathing in calm
By Ann Lehmann-Kuit5 years ago in Poets
I’m labelled yellow, sometimes specifically a banana Yellow on the outside but white tendencies within I laugh with the jokes as I assimilate into their lifestyle
By Tiffany Leong5 years ago in Poets
in my first sociology tutorial ‘the looking glass self’ was introduced that’s me one who is made of others four years ago a classmate called me ‘honey’
By Evie5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes, I stand in line wrong. Sometimes, I look at the exit wrong. Sometimes, I use the bathroom wrong. Sometimes, I buy things wrong.
By Brenndon Tso5 years ago in Poets
Ultraviolet beams Don’t get noticed in broad daylight Though still, I wish my mother cupped her eyes against my Purple vibe.
By Noelani Brown5 years ago in Poets
though I be the color of winter I don't want the palette of my life to be snow bestow a rainfall of cherry blossoms to tumble down upon me
By Erin Richards5 years ago in Poets
