There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I am told what I am doesn’t exist. My voice gets dismissed. The world just declares me loveless, Forcing me to repress
By Remi Akers5 years ago in Poets
"Transcending the conflicts of these, dejected emulations" An ode to... ...The smiles we feel... With the looks,
By Damien Bettzinger5 years ago in Poets
We each play the game of life, Reality, this shared delusion - By our own rules. We come by these rules, By our own process
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
Why does our world revolve around looks Why does it not revolve around sounds Why does it not revolve around smells They say it’s because we’re wired like that
By Tina S5 years ago in Poets
Grimy streets Acid rain Smell of steel and grit. Moon hides herself from the seediness not here to illuminate
By Ash Knight5 years ago in Poets
I am an activist I wonder when will we see a difference I hear the sound of change I see a lot of pain I want to more peace
By Dalton “Statz” Cline5 years ago in Poets
Inquisition So tell me, She said, What is it like to be who you are? It Depends, He replied, On what day you ask
By Grace Tackett5 years ago in Poets
The Presidential Purge Not quite the change they thought would go in their direction. Even though they tried to pull a Coup-less Insurrection.
By Phillip Moore5 years ago in Poets
Ideas run so easily through my head every week as I think of a new story, a new perspective to be told and read; and I thought this week would like any other.
By Derek Evers5 years ago in Poets
I've been there: 1989. Puffed on Newports and snuck sips off a stolen bottle of Jim beam. Let myself be kissed too, by a boy with indigo eyes and braces, in a dark closet
By Rachel Reichhoff5 years ago in Poets
Remember today, Remember What happens and remember how you felt, Don’t let the memory fade or mental imagery melt, You’ll be asked to recall,
By George Dallimore5 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to exist here anymore In this corrupt space that lapses with stoicism. Half-hearted messages of love flutter in the sky
