There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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
From canopy to soil We grow with the intention to never soil our soul Til we’re sold screens that screen us from the world
By Ausaru7 years ago in Poets
I’m just like you, we are all the same I bleed real blood, I feel real pain. But still today people don’t feel this way,
By Cuppa To Go7 years ago in Poets
You're skinny, you can't complain Any insecurities you have are invalid Don't even think about comparing your body to any one else's
By Lucy A7 years ago in Poets
If I was her, I'd just leave. If I was her, I wouldn't let him back in. If I was her, I'd give up. If I was her, I'd put my kids first.
By Jessica Murray7 years ago in Poets
The excruciating seizure bars Nelima-she was sauntering from the errands Somebody skulking drags her into a dark nook That daylight grin of uncle Ben
By Jared Maranga7 years ago in Poets
Society made a grave for me and told me to kill the person I was. Every joke, every stereotype, everything expected of me was a hand gripped with dirt being thrown onto my casket
By Cassidy Kirk7 years ago in Poets
"Be yourself," they say. They say it as if it's easy. They say it as if they won't judge every aspect of your being if it does not match their values.
By Lorraine Woiak7 years ago in Poets
I want to have a life where everything is mine, Where life is so easy and drops into line. Where people will stop me and ask how I feel,
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
You carried me before they carried me You felt my heart beat You knew I would be here Even if you didn’t Your time to us is precious
By Lady Psyren7 years ago in Poets
From day 1, You have carried me in your heart Even when I grew strength to walk, You told me we would never be apart Growing into a life of my own
This time, its time Define what's mine My voice My choice A poignant point to anoint Myself as king Spread each wing
By Shea Matthew7 years ago in Poets
