There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The world seems to be in an icy embrace. I've been sitting alone in the dark, Curled up in a ball Listening to the rain quenching the earth's thirst.
By Jena Ross 5 years ago in Poets
Rogue waves crash Indigo wisdom Sea magic On shores hewn By man's ambition New world Drymarchon couperi Guarded fountains of youth
By Monera Mason5 years ago in Poets
Published in the Pride edition of Stick Figure Poetry * * * * * Amidst writhing, sweating, pulsing, flesh, blue ribbons fluttered
By Teresa Renton5 years ago in Poets
An underlying blue, so quiet and still but always there present telling me I’m worth nil. Then the waves of yellow show a slow rising sun,
By Marnie Higgs5 years ago in Poets
Red hair and blue eyes, birthed only from hickory—maternal and paternal, generations of olive skin and dark features There was a handoff in the labour room—thick blood traded for signatures and lawyers fees
By Grace Harkley5 years ago in Poets
They weave through the crowded lanes Not caring about what traffic stands in their way But at their destination they discriminate
By Elle Mc5 years ago in Poets
This world is stirred up It is almost burned up So we all gotta turn up Cause this world deserves love. Let us work with WordHug
By LetMe BeFrank5 years ago in Poets
i’ve always liked crime shows the way that everything connects at the end the corkboard and all its hanging pieces accomplices, suspects, times, and dates
By Angelina Chau5 years ago in Poets
I see the world in color Through eyes that change like the sea Reflecting back only what is Not what can or will be I see the world in color
By Teri S5 years ago in Poets
When I walked the path of the maiden, I was blush and innocence. The peak of dawn softly floating like a melody on the breeze.
By Lisa Brodbeck-Boyles5 years ago in Poets
Do you know what “spectrum” means? It’s more than a range. Not just the rainbow. From primary pigments in painting class to the paint chip panorama. 16.7 million through the glowing glass, at least.
By Gregory Benson5 years ago in Poets
From rags to riches That’s the dream To rise to the top To be the cream But what measure of wealth Will you apply When measuring impact
By Nicole Fernandes 5 years ago in Poets
