There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Joyful are the days Over which the sun does shine; Shocking our winter aches Happily waving away the memories Under which we suffer
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
I work and I work and I know not why To help greedy bastards As I help myself die. I keep on going until I no longer can
Those that ask who he is Need not think it the hardest quiz Just look up at the golden sky And dream the dreams of night time lie
I fell before the line But knew I had to finish. Although broken in several places My heart would not diminish. Although sound had escaped me
Pick me up off the ground And really take a look at me. Dust me off and really Really take a look at me. I’m not the dust that covers me when I’m
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
Wood, plants, up cycled crates Some artsy guy trying to get dates A half nude man wearing skates. Her hair is cropped, eating all the pastries in this cafe.
By dee7 years ago in Poets
It's hard to enter a locked drawer of thoughts,Buried under a pile of suppressed emotions, tears and A white lie, the key is not far but unreachable
By Kali7 years ago in Poets
I don’t know how I am feeling now All I know is that it feels good. I’m looking back now at where I once stood Head down, hiding under a damp hood
I’ve walked that path and seen those sights Of pain and great despair. I’ve come through darkness to brightening lights With a journey I must prepare.
Until death welcomes me Here I shall sit Crying in silence Listening to this shit; No idea what’s been said Not caring that much too
Our bodies will never forget the day When we were young and innocent. Where from sun to moon all day we’d play In that winter playground.
Faces grey no signs of peace reduced by life no minds at ease I can’t believe what I’m looking at I’m wondering why
By Lady Fae7 years ago in Poets
