There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Please do not walk by my friend. At least let me know you see me. This creature you shun I have only become ... And it haunts my reality .
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
To those of you in Power, In the Congress and the Senate, In the House of Representatives, In the Office of our President.
By Missy Cage6 years ago in Poets
You hide your tears and save them for later. You have to make sure the floors are shining like watery eyes while at the same time you must bust away in the kitchen.
By Grace Sabatini6 years ago in Poets
They smile and laugh like one happy group But their Facebook is just an endless loop Of smiles and grins but no one wins Because the Likes and Smileys hide the sins
By Frank Racioppi6 years ago in Poets
Life as we Know it Chaos pours across the earth, Rain showers that cow us into panic and forlorn. We hibernate away from the typical day we use to pursue,
By John6 years ago in Poets
How can I tell you what to think There are no words for shame. To turn my head and walk away While you still scream my name.
Feeling eyes gaze in hidden shadows, Wondering exactly what to expect, Daydreams tease and caress the mind Giving pleasurable images.
I'm tired of the pulling but people don't understand that- This side that side I don't want it anymore I never asked to be in the middle, I just wanted to help.
By Domino6 years ago in Poets
Faceless dreams and silent eyes Dot and mask the expanse of my frustrations. Abnegation collides with inexorable fragments,
A fisherman sails on a boat Cruising on the green foamy waves He casts a fishline into the sky It catches a cloud and reels in the mist
By Jennifer Childers6 years ago in Poets
Where in the world did my penny go? I look high I look low Back and forth To and fro But I can’t find it. Have you seen it
By Beloved Natarí Kaelum6 years ago in Poets
They snapped their fingers like a magician, With their great facade they shut down the world. They hid behind orders, desks and dollar signs,
By Rachel Jacobs6 years ago in Poets
