There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Lost is the opposite of found - so everyone says.
By Mythili Iyer5 years ago in Poets
Why does your day start in the middle of the night? And why do you say “not enough time.” when what you mean is daylight?
By Carly Doyle5 years ago in Poets
Jacob led his son Thomas through the woods, an early morning stroll for the pair as they came to explore the offerings beyond the settlement. Muskets and sachets of seed draped over their shoulders.
By Phil Wikina5 years ago in Poets
A society where you can more safely look a crook in the eyes....than the law that’ll catch you by surprise, It’s warm weather but it couldn’t be colder....those meant to protect got us looking over our shoulders,
By Kenneth Fraker5 years ago in Poets
This is not optional everyday is an obstacle trying get that bag while staying legal as possible. Now a days even the Internet feds be watching you.
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Poets
He braves this grave world alone He hits the pavement cuz he has no place to call home Let me take you out the streets for the streets take you out life
By Francesca Elise5 years ago in Poets
My ballet teacher says it's okay to be wobbly because the world is a bit wobbly right now -- Ballet class Zoom
By Susan Lee5 years ago in Poets
The darkness has seeped into my soul My heart isn’t cold yet, but it’s full of darkness, anger, and rage. Is peace near? Am I the one holding myself back from reaching enlightenment of happiness?
By Nia on Air5 years ago in Poets
Society cast out the family. The family cast out a portion of their own. To feel higher for the the need to acquire power
By Anna Maitum5 years ago in Poets
silence my enemy and friend as I sit and contemplate violence how can one defend actions that will decimate guidance
By Jonathan Fiero5 years ago in Poets
Mental illness is a dark and terrible thing. It makes it feel like you are being tortured by your own mind. It makes it feel like you are fighting against yourself to survive.
By rebecca hilliard5 years ago in Poets
This year, I am thankful for The opportunity To stay home and isolate For my community This year, I am thankful for
By Erynn Crittenden5 years ago in Poets
