There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We are all different No one is the same We all have different lives And different paths We all don’t go through life
By Maria Kalafatis5 years ago in Poets
YOU are my therapist. open your ears. hear my fears. look into my eyes. my lips, thin and slender. my nose pointy enough to be shoved up your butt, with little resistance. but I don't care. I don't care what you think and I don't care what you say. your shoulds and your should nots. today you will only listen. today you are not you. you are gray. a gray person. from a gray town. you have no money. you have no parents. you have no kids. you are naked. bare. open.
By Yelli5 years ago in Poets
Our skin so crisp and defined Why must we then cross the line? This issue has occurred many times It’s crazy how times flies
By Samantha Boahen5 years ago in Poets
16/04/2020 Early mornings / A year ago & every single year, day morning, prior to that, not my thing. Leave me in bed until the last second possible,
By Rachel Hall5 years ago in Poets
I kiss him goodbye Still groggy, gummed-up and hauling my head out of sleep I shuffle up and rustle up A smile for the day
By Penny Blake5 years ago in Poets
She needed some extra income the job seemed harmless enough teacher and fun times with passions never imagined
By MR BRIAN SLUGA5 years ago in Poets
I Can’t...I Can By Curtiss L. Hayes, Jr. I can’t walk, master took feet so I could not flee I can’t feel, going numb from hanging on this tree
By A Black Man’s Poetic Musings5 years ago in Poets
We are just guests on this planet, In this universe, We are all children of a higher light, When we cry, the universe cries with us,
By MoriaCavandish5 years ago in Poets
I’m troubled by the things I see, Why this world gotta hate me Can’t you see when we unite we all win, But still you destroy me for my skin.
By Brian Wade5 years ago in Poets
I saw the revolution In the brown eyes that spoke at me I didn't even have to see his mouth move The mask he wore did not muffle his words, his eyes so strong I understood
By Salina Brilla5 years ago in Poets
Death of an era, No, flapper styles Or feather headdresses A resounding uproar Of a stay at home order No, bathtub Jin
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
CHANGE THE WORLD I believe that mankind has sealed it’s fate It happens everyday This old world is so full of hate Got to find a way
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
