There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Oh Red! My passion! The color of love To the outsiders, the color of hate How do I know really if it's a dove? How do I know really if it's a bait?
By Sylvie Gagné5 years ago in Poets
What's considered safe? A warm bed with 600 thread count sheets A church for guidance and worship. Babysitting your niece or nephew.
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Poets
If ever looking for a rainbow, on the isle of play and dreams Refer to this here guide, dear friend As often as you like or need.
By V. Florrié 5 years ago in Poets
Place of birth and last name, the country we live, and creed that we claim. Many we use, many we say, to paint ourselves a particular way.
By Ian Berg5 years ago in Poets
A cross between maroon and the red of love and danger, painting the line between one and a stranger. A strong, steady river of red
By Deon Might5 years ago in Poets
They see yellow, they see white. They see two entities. You see shades of each in being and body. Hold on to what is veracious.
By Sarah Lo5 years ago in Poets
This is me, inside this skin. Which box is it, you'll put me in? Do I check Black? Do I check White? To which one do I have the right?
By Nikki Ellis5 years ago in Poets
i've had an obsession with color for as long as i can remember the perfect order of things from red all the way to purple
By Arson Silverman5 years ago in Poets
"you should be like Me." you say, "i don't see colour." "i see people for who they are." you say, "black, brown, yellow, blue, purple... it doesn't matter to me."
By Dan Towers5 years ago in Poets
The public school's lamp looking down at me with it’s sonoluminescence boring me to death I miss the technicolor. This new world is too pale
By Carolina Benoit5 years ago in Poets
my name is corona my soldiers number in the trillions i will wage war on you and your numbers are mere millions my name is corona and i am coming to a town near you
By mike palmer5 years ago in Poets
unique is a color i don't believe in anymore. the visible spectrum says we're all the same more or less. unique means anger from fear, past hurt,
By Aiden Headrick5 years ago in Poets
