There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Thank you for trying to break me. Stringing me along to make you smile, to have my hands caress your head, to take your pain on me,
By Shefali Agarwal5 years ago in Poets
Red confetti floating toward the earth. Kissing, holding, touching, feeling, dancing, caressing my first love while marching in the streets.
By Dave Coast5 years ago in Poets
Chapter One: In which we meet our hero The memory (my first) is of dark red currents streaming down to puddles on the doorstep and a monster with a wide-open maw and black teeth and no eyes (but not really)
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Poets
O my Black blasphemy, how resolutely you stand, the glow of Gommorah's dying conflagration creating a wash of that orange,
By Will Street5 years ago in Poets
They say I look Puerto Rican When my hair is long, dark, and curly, But when it’s long and straight I “gotta be Italian from Sicily.”
By Najwa Power5 years ago in Poets
I am a yellow bird. “Handsome and charming, cool as a cucumber,” my bird friends say. I am a suave yellow bird. Amongst the plethora of wingged things.
By Donald Meighan5 years ago in Poets
The Catholic school called home Because my sister said her favorite color was black. It didn’t make much sense to me,
By Noelle Brown5 years ago in Poets
Color evokes and color inspires… Like red and orange can create thought of Stonewall rioting fires. Some colors are free and others more repressed…
By Christopher “CJ” Herring5 years ago in Poets
Our alpha state to create does not align with production, with work, or constraint of Your time or demand. Our Art wails loudly
By Cameron Boyd5 years ago in Poets
I used to think in black and white, struggling to find the gray My optimism shone a bright yellow with my faith in our green and blue planet
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Poets
Nothing even matters it's all just a game and we're selling our souls for this money and fame. we're giving away our love and our light
By Mara Wroblewski5 years ago in Poets
She stands there, fierce, bathed in a rainbow glow Flag waving behind her in the colours of her people A warm hug of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet
By Danielle Braitman5 years ago in Poets
