There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It is never advisable to put the dinosaurs in the pen with the goats I try explaining this to Nora, her hazel eyes wide
By Lana Broussard7 years ago in Poets
She was rhythm with ringlets daring girl a dynamo inside denim leggings mischievous and head-on bold eyes lined in black noir
The American Dream What is the American Dream? A Dream that those outside are simply longing to live They long to live While some inside are trying to live
By HueOfMelanin 🧚🏾♀️7 years ago in Poets
the good guys lose the bad guys choose the world hangs in a noose teachers with guns guarding playground fun youth is valuable
By Motivated tones7 years ago in Poets
We were walking home when I realized she was probably an alien. Not needing to be from space, or from this universe or galaxy. I just knew, after looking back at her face, her mouth, her walk, her mind, she couldn't possibly be human.
By Em E. Lee7 years ago in Poets
The busy workings of a humans intellect The combined beliefs of pyramidic prime Easily allow the elitist primes to deflect
By Vinn Black7 years ago in Poets
Dear lawmakers all over the world, this one is for you. I'm not a political statement. You do not get to regulate me to become popular.
By Manasi Kochhar7 years ago in Poets
Out we go from the stoic, red brick school it's 1920 doors creaking on brass hinges now yawning open housing scholars
We lose ourselves trying to reach for "better things," When we should have been watering the grass where we stood. Our own actions and choices reflect on how our life will ride out.
By Danielle Connelly7 years ago in Poets
There’s a feeling It is mystical and free It is a feeling of the blowing wind Running waters The humbling sea A spiritual fluidity
By Keane Neal-Riquier7 years ago in Poets
Since the age of 11 I’ve been haunted by September 11 Innocence taken away through brainwashing airwaves Slaves to a TV set
By Intelligent Movement7 years ago in Poets
He had a way with his words And sang all of the right chords But for his one little flaw He would have been held in awe See, he had this addiction
By Christopher O'Sullivan7 years ago in Poets
