There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
You want to be conned America, You deserve this, You’re dumb America, Volunteer in Africa to brag, Picking up a couple plastic bags,
By Talya Menase6 years ago in Poets
He closes his eyes, Fills his head with the lies. Dreams of a far away place, Masked with a different face. Between his scribbled words and lines,
By Mel E. Furnish6 years ago in Poets
I love to party and bullshit. I find happiness in being around free spirits and rarities Around the social outcasts and non-conformists.
By senmial6 years ago in Poets
Come take a walk with me to the seedier side of life Change that suit, go inside, get your wife Be sure to bring the kids, leave the X Box home
By Gayle6 years ago in Poets
Purpose: We are bombarded with stuff to buy constantly everyday. Every year there are new innovations in tech, fashion, cars and homes and it can be a great deal to keep up with. This poem is a reflection on all that we have available to us and how much we enjoy as well as get caught up in it.
By Poem Star6 years ago in Poets
Lost words filter my mind, looking for comfort, looking to form a sentence they can call home. Where is home? When you weren't raised on her land, but feel deeply rooted in her soil. When fear has consumed your desire to water her grounds and hope dances on the edge of cliffs too scared to jump into shark infested waters.
By N.M.E6 years ago in Poets
Being me isn't something I'd recommend. I haven't lived the best life, but I haven't lived the worst. I can say that being me is a reflection of many others.
By Tyson L6 years ago in Poets
The raging child is back again... He’s nagging in my ear again... Try-ing to take control again... Frozen ice in my belly again...
By Innervisionpoetry Daniel Kopilow6 years ago in Poets
You asked me Why can I not see My need to distract With all this technology The answers may be many The answers may be long
By Molly Roche6 years ago in Poets
I’m looking at the handlebars that’s all that’s left of the bicycle outside Bobar on Boulevard Henri IV I’m pretty sure the whole thing
By Steve Tyson6 years ago in Poets
Go now into that sweet night, Hesitate not in those green fields, Take hard chances, Rejoice freely, Feel alive in that moment,
By Jason Giecek6 years ago in Poets
There are two kinds of people in this world; those who admire Kobe & Kanye versus those who hate them... There is no grey area, no split between the two I find.
By Rumbling Thunder6 years ago in Poets
