There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
There once was a country that was free and true. It’s flag was respected and proudly flew colors of red, white, and blue!
By Hailey Alexandria Baldwin5 years ago in Poets
We were in that old place. You know the one with the doors that wouldn’t shut easily so you’d need to give a good shove? I’d mostly kick it real hard at the bottom corner.
By Anthony Dahm5 years ago in Poets
“ripped apart” couldn’t begin to describe the moment when you realized the world isn’t fair or in your favor— at least in the realm of the superior crowd making
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
Oh lord no, where did all the toilet paper go? People gathered in their masses, buying cleaners and disinfectants, and all the paper for their asses.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Poets
she was a question without an answer, always searching for meaning in someone else, even when she sat in front of a screen
little girl blue, that’s what they call you down on the corner by the drug store, probably because the neon sign bathes you in azure and white,
The Modern Way A poem by: Jewelleah Lisa There’s chaos in a world of haste running rampant - in your face! taking everything for granted
By :Jewel-Leah-Lisa: 5 years ago in Poets
EVERYONE PARTIED AND RANG IN NEW YEAR WE ALL FELT WE HAD NOTHING TO FEAR TIME WENT ON AND THINGS CARRIED ON EVERYTHING NORMAL SOON WOULD BE GONE
By Robyn Jackson5 years ago in Poets
why are we at this point a world bent on mental self-destruction the death of one soul at a time discord and strife around every corner
By Glen McKenzie5 years ago in Poets
Please listen to me And don’t try to ignore what I’m about to say I know we all got our problems Nowadays it seems like we all are losing
By Maichael Yousa5 years ago in Poets
Dear White people, Laquan McDonald, Rekia Boyd, Korryn Gaines, Bobby Hutton, Antwon Rose jr., Stephen Lawrence, Sandra Bland,
By Mina Rowland5 years ago in Poets
I don’t know if I’m ready for this change, Everything just feels so fucking strange, Running so fast towards the finish line, And I’ll just claim that I am fine
By Morten Jensen5 years ago in Poets
