There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
When it's in front of you. When it's real... and you don't have the chance to practice all the million ways in which you thought you would act or respond.
By Etiange Domoa5 years ago in Poets
Jack of all Trades Master of None Will my work ever be done? My time clock account is running low How will I know Witch way ........the next wind will blow?
By Unlikely Hero 5 years ago in Poets
RIP to the Brave and the Beautiful Rest in Peace to the Brave and the Beautiful. Rest in Peace they gave and were dutiful.
By Daniel Benisty5 years ago in Poets
Joy is finding out she doesn’t like Stevie but loves Ella. The blue ring around her brown eyes. The laugh that lights up a room inviting you to learn it’s secret. The fried chicken, green beans and cornbread.
By Jenna Leann Kyle5 years ago in Poets
Contain your excitement; Take hold of your tongue. You saw nothing, You heard nothing; It never was done. In exchange for profit,
By JR Simons5 years ago in Poets
Your eyes were rolling back and forth in their sockets We knew that it wasn't Tylenol in your pockets Every day it was the same,
By Lita5 years ago in Poets
Tell me why, you don't see potholes near nice homes? Cause They busy maintaining broke homes. Encouraging lost souls.
By Mighty Beggar Media5 years ago in Poets
why is everyone designated only one passion one job, one determination the musician is a musician and will be for life even though she loves to paint and write corny poetry
By Abby Siegel5 years ago in Poets
Chickachickachickchickachickachickachicka This is the sound one hears as they are about to fall 100 feet when the stomach goes into your throat. Suddenly all
By Justin Higgins5 years ago in Poets
Bleed Virginia Of all the different nations and creeds That called my Virginia home I felt a dark memory has passed But it has resurfaced with a new brand.
By Alex Jury5 years ago in Poets
All the world whiles away and it’s the children who go out to play. Adults sit and argue politics, business, or bullshit, the words make no difference it’s the sentiment that will stay.
By Hannah5 years ago in Poets
Three monkeys sat in an ancient tree and spoke of things they had seen. The first looked out from the split crook of a high branch. Casting its unbroken gaze into the far reaches of the jungle, it began: "Many pass through here, and just as many go on. Do you suppose we ought also to leave?"
By Z5 years ago in Poets
