There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Red means anger or does it mean love Meeting a stranger sent from above Orange is exciting, cheery and warm Oh so inviting, protects us from harm
By Jason Charotte 5 years ago in Poets
1. Tong Kung Dda Kung my heart beats towards a better future where the sins and stains of others will be atoned for;
By Susan Lee5 years ago in Poets
Red means anger or does it mean love Meeting a stranger sent from above Orange is exciting, cheery and warm
My Ivory skin is far from thin. Not yellow enough to be viewed as Asian, Not white enough for American persuasion. I navigate the world as the only daughter,
By Katherine Nesbitt5 years ago in Poets
Color me impressed by the way that I walk. By the way that I talk. By the way my golden locs gently kiss my brown skin. Color me intrigued by the sway of my hips, the pink of my lips. By the pain in my eyes and the hushed sounds of my cries.
By Alesia Adams5 years ago in Poets
running in the green circle surrounded by little boxes we use sticks as swords then the boy threatens me with tickle bombs, little buds
By William Jamieson5 years ago in Poets
You breathe into me A chest full of fresh perspective The joy of life reflected Natural, unassuming and perfect in its purity –
By Bryn Newman5 years ago in Poets
Your favorite color will be green Not a tomboy But a boy of expectations Not pretty or wispy enough for pink. Blocks and paints
By J.D. Rose5 years ago in Poets
Growing Up, Every Child wanted to be a Star, Aircraft Landed On Mars, Earth running Out Of Space? People Living in Fear?
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
The world was black or white. There were no shades. No spectrums No in betweens It was faith and obedience
By Wendy Worthington5 years ago in Poets
Different Kind of Love From All Of The Color In The Rainbow In the rainbow, there are seven different colors. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Poets
Early on one frosty morn I thought of Dixie The place, not the cup Dixieland The idea and not the music South of the Mason-Dixon line
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
