There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I would just like to say thank you to all our essential workers including those I may have forgotten to mention. Your work does not go unnoticed and we appreciate all you do for us--especially during these unprecedented times.
By Elizabeth Malinowski6 years ago in Poets
Anthony 10 years old Came out being gay This turned his mum grey this little angel was severely beaten for absolutely
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
A disturbed man named Jim Jones Became a deranged preacher Found many followers Who then he became their teacher. Wanting to escape the violence and war
I miss Joe Maxx coffees and library afternoons, watching seagulls over the river and fast food runs at 2 a.m. I miss chocolate martinis and pomegranate margaritas,
By Kay Husnick6 years ago in Poets
9/11 Attacks The day began like any other the sun rose, scattering to work settling into their day, with a smirk 8.46am thousands of lives would change
"Safety First” By K. R. King "Safety First," they used to say. It was the fashion of the early day, to kiss a child's hand and say,
By Kat King6 years ago in Poets
A hero's five act tale, A tale of horse and mail, A tale of damsels in distress, But a tale our hero will fail. We live in a world of stories and dreams,
By Cortez6 years ago in Poets
BLIND MEN..blind ambition 5-14-2020 The world is blind men with a box of crayons, A brand spanking new set.. Red, yellow, blue, black..
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
WATER 4-6-2020 I want a sip of water, a taste..please! I want just a little, to quench my thirst. I want to hold the moon,
Your actions can sting Your tongue can be a weapon Someone might get hurt I know this one is short but it is a haiku with a focus on the sociological term called Microaggression.
By O6 years ago in Poets
It was ever and only a conversation with the Creator of All Things, which did a handy dandy ourobouros dance in the strictest sense of such inner space theory, and was ever and only one's self.
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
Crimson Crimson is the color that sounds the alarm for spirits cast off into a cycle of what's known and broken. Peace is the heart of lives that matter
By Rachel M.6 years ago in Poets
