There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Skin When the sky was bright and blue, summer days came and went The memories of easy living, I used to sun myself.
By LA Simpson5 years ago in Poets
Gunnison Hometown Friday nights cruising Tomichi ain’t what it used to be Burgers at the Burger Baron bonfire at the knob
By The Prepared Christian5 years ago in Poets
push push push breathe breathe breathe out of her out of sight where's that teat, what's that light here we go got to grow
By Bryan Allen5 years ago in Poets
Do I need to try to be pretty, Or feminine, here - Or can I just show up? Is it safe to be me With you? Are there expectations
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
Hidden under a stack of labels. You’ll never find me ‘til you unravel Me from your tangled web of misconceptions. I’m not invisible of my own volition;
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
Sonnet No. 129 – they lied – Covid poem 11 The death ticker edges ever higher. Three hundred thousand people is the count.
By David Louis Stanley5 years ago in Poets
A farmer watches crops burn, A gold-straw roof engulfed in zippo-fire, Standing livestock slaughtered like cannon fodder.
By Donald Quixote5 years ago in Poets
Which hearts go out to the city’s homeless? ragged outcast bodies, scattered minds, no warm bed or companion, nothing, nobody
We say the times have changed and there is progress But has the looming threat on women's safety and security become any less?
By A Rustic Mind (Manali Desai)5 years ago in Poets
There are times I don’t know where I’m going, I feel like I’m stagnating. But scientifically speaking, I know that I’m growing,
Fuck capitalism, man - gaudy brothel-lined streets peddling stimulation, tomorrow’s evanescent vogue, today’s intoxication;
Crazy Horse, what would you have said to me As I stood there on your sacred ground, Hills and prairie and plains Rolling,
By Brian M. Gelinas5 years ago in Poets
