There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I. like a mile-long photograph of a mile-long prism uniforms of nonconformity scroll past me. streams of colorful
By Nathan Locke5 years ago in Poets
these thorns poking me, resulting in animosity fondled by the color blue and it's primaries flowers juggled instantly muffled
By lily flor5 years ago in Poets
Disease breeds In the Great Unwashed. The common as muck, They’re raising the cost. The suits and ties Cram the commuter trains.
By Alexandra Sheader5 years ago in Poets
Porcelain skin, veins visible at the surface, raised greenish blue. I, at fifteen, had hair thick and red like that of a Hereford, minus the moo.
By Donna Burtch5 years ago in Poets
I am black, but I am not a volcano. I burn to ashes inside when you silently say “no." God painted me black just the way he put white on you.
By DARSHAK RANA5 years ago in Poets
I am the colour of hope, a melting snow, and untarnished bar of soap. I am the colour of bright eyes at the uttering of good news,
By Sara9b5 years ago in Poets
Red means anger or does it mean love Meeting a stranger sent from above Orange is exciting, cheery and warm Oh so inviting, protects me from harm
By Jason Charotte 5 years ago in Poets
The world says we should be color blind But I would never want to stop seeing color The blue of the sea and the sky
By Elisabeth 5 years ago in Poets
A multi facet face who's life has been lived Colorfully full – half full, the glass of red Winding down for the night ahead,
By sarah-rashael5 years ago in Poets
The emptiness in, London’s underground, Its deafening roar, of missing sound, How long the absence, of the crowd, Continues to echo, so shockingly loud,
By Alan Firmin5 years ago in Poets
The lines were blurred from the very beginning, I swear. Typical of most things during my childhood. Where I grew up, no one ever told me the difference between red and pink.
By VICABOLS5 years ago in Poets
Blue and Green should never be seen, Now what the fuck does that even mean? The arbitrary rules of tedious fools, A nonsense view they somehow glean,
By Tamsin Wolfe5 years ago in Poets
