There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Locked in, locked out Locked down So long of going nowhere We've heard it all before! Coughs and sneezes spread diseases,
By Coral Ward5 years ago in Poets
Silence is sweet but not quite complete. Nature sounds are nice, but just don't suffice. We twirl and we whirl, we worm and we squirm,
By Jay B5 years ago in Poets
Hey, you, wallowing in the daily grind, chopping wood, hauling water. I see you. I see your struggle, I see your pain.
By Maria Shimizu Christensen5 years ago in Poets
I'm not okay. Are you okay? There's just so much shit going on, don't you think? The male gaze, a girl within a woman's body,
By Susan Lee5 years ago in Poets
the beauty moguls cried when their vogue fashions became things of the past, as nuclear waste suits took over the landscape of the “new trend” for all.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
My emotions are both sunshine and rain. Two solitary hands contently composing in silence. Intriguing passages replenish me like dreams before dawn.
By Charlotte Manley Salyer5 years ago in Poets
How do I use thee? Let me count the ways. I use thee to the depth and breadth and height My face can reach, when breathing out of sight
By Eileen Davis5 years ago in Poets
It is never gentle, when creativity hits. Breathless and dizzy, a fire consumes all. The world is brighter, trepidation remains.
By Jeanelle Nicole May5 years ago in Poets
Our history is littered with Kings and Tyrants. Those who thought to rule us. Always with the sword or false promises.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
“be a nice boy,” his grandmother had told him from the days when he would bully his little brother who whined far too much over much too little—
Near the cool misty spray of a waterfall I sat, I was lost deep in thought wondering why, Not why we start wars instead of feeding the hungry,
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Poets
Started from nothing and now I have clutter to look at for my entertainment. Working hard for money in an industry that doesn’t care just for us to spend it on the same fucking industry. We need to minimize what we buy so they lose control of us.
By Amanda Mohr5 years ago in Poets
