There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
This child is mine, I say to you, the patron. Mother. Father. Just you. The child looks upon us with a smile, a wave, a hand gesture to say hi.
By Winter Madison5 years ago in Poets
Do not place a cover, nor shroud me with a veil, Neither hinder my ability to tell everyone of my tale, Block me off, guard me with soldiers, make every strategic choice,
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
Everyone is different. We are programmed to believe That white, Able-bodied, Neuro-typical Is "right." Those who are different
By Amber Sanfilippo5 years ago in Poets
beginning to think un poquito en español *a bit in spanish pero no sé enough but I don't know to fill las partes the parts importantes important*
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Poets
Their heavy boots leave dire marks Upon the cracked, crumbling earth. A field of sun hardened mud Stretches endlessly before them.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Poets
There were two friends, One rich and the other making it They were bound to heart And both were thinking alike They liked doing their hair the same
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
You see the trees make the fruits with poisonous seeds for the animals so the animals carry the seeds to different places and planting them
Walking the streets alone, keep your arms visible. Wear light clothing, no hoodies. No, don't put your hands in your pockets, keep them visible.
There comes a time where friends Are tested and family are withheld. There comes a time where love has seem to disappear in the world.
Open my eyes, it's a new day But I'm far too tired to play Just want to shut out the light Roll back over and say goodnight
By Kamikazi Mama5 years ago in Poets
We have presidents of companies That charge ridiculous amounts for necessities like basic medical facilities! Making billions off us
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Poets
There are those who would see you dead, Spending more money on weapons Rather than giving homeless bread, Handing children guns to go kill No education or a bed.
By Andrew Hall5 years ago in Poets
