There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
What color is…? / ¿De qué color es …? Show your true colors That’s what they all say But what do you say When your little one asks, one day…
By Lisa Mercado5 years ago in Poets
approaching F luorescent body // absorbing from the feet U p and out we reach each day moving between pastel and neon
By Christine Bramwell5 years ago in Poets
Angered veins purpling like dark clouds grew the storm Blue in the face with their hate, they brew the storm Their torrents of shame shroud the world in greys
By Chelsey Burden5 years ago in Poets
Panning for Gold When I wanted yellow sweets, I learned to lose my temper when she bought me red ones. When the bluebells came
By Laura strickland5 years ago in Poets
I once visited god at a cottage house. He muttered to me in whispers; told me that he was not a he, but a she and she prefers “they”.
By J.Garcia5 years ago in Poets
My calloused palms feel the weight and powdery smooth surface as I unfurl the commercially laundered bedsheet over the king-size bed overlaid by a fraying mattress protector.
By Oliver James Damian5 years ago in Poets
Yellow, black and brown are the colour of the heads all looking down. Yellow, black and brown are the colours they’d see
By AFS5 years ago in Poets
I have a darkness in me, they say. I have a darkness in me, but not dark like the quiet stillness of night and its lilting call to slumber, to rest, or the inky center of the windows to the soul.
By vanessa araico5 years ago in Poets
The lens of reality, basis on what we know to be true perception being White and its’ reflection of the lack thereof -
By Olivia Polewarczyk5 years ago in Poets
BROWN Compared To The Earth And The GROUND Mother Earth GROWN Sweetness Of Carmel And Cho-co-late Tryna Put a Box On Me The Labels Keep On Coming They Can’t Stop At A Thought Of a Loss To Their Profit
By Temple Dent5 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
