There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The fight for freedom Is it all for not Will it ever be realized Will the pinnacle Ever be reached We must kindly agitate
By Tracy Cooper5 years ago in Poets
Standing, waiting in the corridor of life Trying to decide which way to take Looking in a mirror cracked and distorted
By Randy Hall5 years ago in Poets
put a name upon your chest the gap's between your ears slap a label on your ass to me it seems quite clear the people you know
By Michael Nalbone5 years ago in Poets
The planless man took a dump on our democracy His lack of leadership changed the world for all of us, you see He's a businessman who couldn't even manage his own finances
By FlowerChild Fee5 years ago in Poets
Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Like. Scroll. Wait. Like?! But she looks so fat and its a really bad angle for her. Are you sure you want to like that picture?
By Tifany Walker5 years ago in Poets
Waiting for the next sign to form Waiting for the next star to be born Waiting for the next idea to strike Waiting for my turn at the mic
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
The Con Teflon Man “Potentially the most dangerous scenario would be a grand coalition...an ‘anti-hegemonic’ coalition united not by ideology but by complementary grievances… “ -- Zbigniew Brzezinski, adviser to Obama
By Mr Tezozomoc5 years ago in Poets
There once was a confident leader, He read the sacred scripts to his people, They listened to his words, They were true followers and believers.
By H Martin5 years ago in Poets
My queen is like gold she is worth more than a million. My queen is smart so don’t try and correct what or how she’s feeling.
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
Melanin Beauty By Flowerchild What the hell did we do to you, why does our melanin beauty annoy you? Is it the hate that you were born into, or is this just the person you grew into?
And hark! As hero as hero may be. Onward on his solivagant stravage, Baron of the attaindèd, high gentry And true Lord of the streets, rich in pannage
By Taylor Greye5 years ago in Poets
A candle burns in the blackness of night Sirens race by under neon and street lights Another hotel room a small lust filled fright
By W Adam Smythe5 years ago in Poets
