There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
What if all people were to become color-blind? For shades in between Will we say less-white, or less-black? Will we able to solve the Rubik’s cube?
By Prasanna Patkar5 years ago in Poets
Colour is a spectrum, much like autism. Colours describe me. All of me. Happiness is yellow, happiness is the sun after the storm.
By Madelyne 5 years ago in Poets
Confessions of a rainbow… I’m so jealous of windowless egos in darkness. They beat the streets beneath me, With cold feet of contrived perplexity.
By Janora Ware5 years ago in Poets
A ribbon. A race. A flag. Wear it. Live it. Wave it. March to its meaning Dream for their unity Preach on beliefs
By Jolene Marie5 years ago in Poets
seeking patience never found me more of a distant fog grey on black or pewter on negative space the intricate escapes over forefathers
By Stacie 5 years ago in Poets
They say I have great skin with a gentle kind of reverence. They don't know the half of it. There's a placid, powerful resonance
By Cellestine Aggrey5 years ago in Poets
I didn’t belong in black and white, ‘cos color’s not for us’. And as the rain Stained me blue I No longer earnt their love.
By Jamie Hill5 years ago in Poets
I chose not to match the hue that others picked. Ego bruised by blue, youth pummelled by pink and if I begin to think, about not settling or slightly off,
By Sophie Hurry5 years ago in Poets
As a child, my name, Freesia, would get mistaken for Fuchsia. And before I was born, they’d decided colors, too, had genders—and would place me
By Freesia McKee5 years ago in Poets
I was programmed as heterosexual. Plain old white, boring, socially contextual. Then I went inside to explore, And found oh so much more!
By Kaia Maeve Tingley5 years ago in Poets
Can you feel the colour on your skin? Can you feel it seeping in? It's who you are, who you love, what you stand for. Why do we love? Why do we be? It's humanity's very core.
By Tris5 years ago in Poets
I like to imagine a world filled with colour, Yet in humanity, All I see is a mixture of pain and the ultimate greed for hunger.
By Brianna Jarvis5 years ago in Poets
