There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Cup forgotten on sill, coffee cold. Lashing pitter, clouded panes. Fog envelops an apartment. Haze on the ceiling. Real or mood?
By Teri LaBuwi5 years ago in Poets
Where I grew up, Dairy Queen was our only fast food, and Piggly Wiggly our only grocer I grew up in wide-open spaces in a community void of fences
By Pamela Ruiz5 years ago in Poets
There is a group of men, As sure as the rising sun, Who throughout the course of history, Have answered to no one.
By Rachel Rodgers5 years ago in Poets
There’s no point in listening Through the static and the chatter; The garbled announcements are utterly useless. No matter,
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Poets
When I turn right, he turns right When I turn left, he corresponds I turn to look behind me And he is lurking in the shadows
By MaxwellJBanks5 years ago in Poets
As the vagabonds sleep a restless slumber They rest of us work like wood they lumber As the night draws in, the vagabonds wake
Because I’ve just been lying to myself Don’t respect my own health Living life everyday In a vain pursuit of wealth Because the lies are only skin deep
We gotta say a prayer For the fallen soldiers.... Deep down we really care Don’t shrug your shoulders.... Yeah It’s hard to take
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
Hello hello hello (echos X3) anybody there.. there there (echos X3) Say something! You always have something to say right? SAY SOMETHING! 📢🔊
By Jesenia Rivera5 years ago in Poets
In America, It’s a luxury To be buried. Morticians are weeping. Keepers of the gravestones Can’t keep their summer homes.
By Joshua Nash5 years ago in Poets
Revolutionary Dreams You just dont get the picture . . . As I closed my eyes to get the memo It is he who I heard whisper
By Alexis Jasmin5 years ago in Poets
They trudge around slowly, Coughing, hacking, snuffing, Their weary bodies aching, Betraying their chronological age.
