There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Hey bud Jacky! Keep it bloody down Don't ya know that ears have walls? Shhh! It's the warder coming 'round Keep it in your head mate
By John Denney5 years ago in Poets
Role Playing You don't have a vagina so I'm a shine some light for men who feel they have the right to dictate the plight
By Yona Vaughan 5 years ago in Poets
Black men stripped of pride Been, hung on the tree veranda and more. A burden you carry forever more Stuck in the history of shackles and sword
By soraya smith5 years ago in Poets
An old barn, devoid of paint, doors askew. The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers. Home to pigeons and mice.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
© David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved Losing track of everything Losing track of time Losing every scrap of sense
By David Philip Ireland5 years ago in Poets
Liberty I need to talk to you. Liberty I need some answers because our so called oceans of liberty turning into a sewer of lies
By Stelanie5 years ago in Poets
Coach dress matching that Coach seat Knowing full well she should have never left her bedroom Think that trip to Italy is more important than that bank account going through the phase of doom.
I’m tired of being called lazy When I have to work two jobs to get by This island is filling up quickly though I have been told to buy a home
GET OFF MY LAWN I didn't vote for him Your music stinks Learn how to drive TV shows stink I'm tired... of politics of politicians
By Karl Young5 years ago in Poets
Oh dear sister, you have such a beautiful soul which you hide behind self-destructive behavior and photos that others can scroll.
By Sidney Hall5 years ago in Poets
Poetry allows us to take off the mask we’ve worn for so long, which once created the illusion of safety, and deluded us into thinking
From all the people that I know to no one, I said no. And when I knew that they were wrong I gave a fight within myself, so strong.
By Giorgos Pantsios5 years ago in Poets
