There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Pink: The colour of femininity. One that we are taught to feel we need to denounce as we grow up. Because to be feminine is to be weak, to be lesser, to be outdated.
By Kelsey Clarey5 years ago in Poets
We are the bruised and battered Who life’s have been long and rough The journey we have taken ,has rattled our core . We have felt the pressures, that molds us
By Felisha Savard5 years ago in Poets
Tan Lines Cerulean, My favorite color From the box of 64 Crayola Crayons. A bright shade, emitting hope, Refreshing my spirits, every time I see it.
By Sophia Fia5 years ago in Poets
Soft, and feminine, delicate, patient, kind and forgiving These were the ways she desired for herself To be the physical embodiment of the color that pleased her eye the most
By Heather Foster5 years ago in Poets
Big bang or finger snap, there is one thing I see as fact. For anything to take place, that room first had to be black. Dark as you might call it, but perfect for the white light to dawn in.
By Rajay Dockery5 years ago in Poets
I’m White White like a blank piece of paper, full of possibilities White like a blank piece of paper, meaningless until used
By Kirsty Lee Hutton5 years ago in Poets
When I was in college I stole from 711 when I was drunk Hid snow cones in my cleavage While wobbling in front of the cashier
By Emily Williams5 years ago in Poets
From where I sit: I see a lineup of forces on one side of a border. I see a fence being built on a different border. I see planes entering and exiting demilitarise zones on all shores.
By Jeff de Castro5 years ago in Poets
Without Consent A rage has been building through time Generations of suffering A body no longer mine Laws to protect
By TJ Gordon5 years ago in Poets
Ancients have travelled long and far just to look at her curls It wasn’t long ago she was made fun of her skin because it was not fair
By Tamera Birkett5 years ago in Poets
Colors dance on forest floor, shades of green that I adore. Is this is the color of my soul, or a piece of larger whole? Is it blue like endless sky, where Goldfinch, dove, and Sparrow fly?
By Ian Berg5 years ago in Poets
Change the way you blue Let me tell you about Ohio what I know kind of chilling About 250 million years prior ice spume so Frigid blue then
By Jansiah Petties5 years ago in Poets
