There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We are sitting in the base of the turret, mold in our noses as we inhale cold air, the breath of a thousand years. The 15inch by 18inch television on a rolling stand lights up.
By Polly Bull5 years ago in Poets
True color What truly defines me? Even I do not know myself well At times, estranged What color resembles me?
By Sineal Fui Yee Yap5 years ago in Poets
I lacquer my nails in crimson because it gives me a sense of control. I drink the same shade to ease it. Does it help? COPE.
By Kaitlin Mason5 years ago in Poets
They say we will show our true colours, But to whom is it that they are shown? Do not shades vary from eye to eye, Does our understanding not change as we grow?
By Mary Warburton5 years ago in Poets
Apparently as a kid I got diagnosed with ADHD I don’t know for certain, I wasn’t paying attention you see I find it hard to concentrate
By Hannah Deasy5 years ago in Poets
Canvas- By Isula When you paint in only red Only a picture of red will you find When you search for green for grey for blue,
By Isula5 years ago in Poets
When I worked for a medical company, we delivered to hospitals all across the country. Hospitals are Important. Hospitals take care of the people who we love.
By kanelva porch5 years ago in Poets
The sun appears but it’s not heaven... luck don’t appear in sevens but upside down...forming L’s... of the corners to box you in
By Avia Black5 years ago in Poets
My palette was born clean, untouched, pristine. Ready to hold the colours of your love, your warmth and safety. Totally dependent,
By MARIA5 years ago in Poets
Could be that we are alone. A blue and brown marble thrown by chance A joke A dot That's the only beauty A chance by chance
By Luca Lionello5 years ago in Poets
True colors – Color is pride We live in a world, slowly fading We full of hope, roller coasting Dead and near ones, seen always panting
By Mr Duo Deli5 years ago in Poets
When I was young and convinced I would grow up blonde and girly I saw a teal tailed mermaid rise from a pool littered with debris and tangy saltwater.
By Erika Fresen5 years ago in Poets
