There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I am the clown face inside the box trapped within these prison walls waiting for escape waiting to be sprung free
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Opening my parcel i smelled a newly bought doll, A newly born child, Its fragrance touched my soul, A memory dropped in my mind,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
What does ‘C’ mean to me? What is it I can see? Is it the towering of the ocean wave, Threatening to crush those who misbehave?
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Do you know the worn progress under the Hollywood Sign? Do you know of the exit? Have you been trapped in a self-created thrall?
A Wake Take screams from my brain My kewpie doll, my special one Choose your way and choose what more you will say Insane divinity
There was several hours to burn before the show So I turned on the radio (Amos and Andy voices on the radio) Someone spoke of changing the world
It is generally the rich who say about money It’s not the way to a land of milk and honey It’s what you enjoy, no matter how crappy
By Q-ell Betton7 years ago in Poets
Bitter words The artists are all starving The television is crying static Calling to the gods There are still a few
America, I am hook'd on your cold bright neon lights, & snort your venom thru a straw, I have built a new home to plant the seeds &
I’m that man you never see, That man that stays behind. I’m that man that’s a mockery Always hurt but forever kind. I’m that man that hides away
(sounds of a city, a car horn blows as a siren blares) Mimes in the street and roaming Clowns in heat, silent, foaming Caged in the bowels of a circus
Are you that man we could not see? That man we left behind? Are you that man never to be More than a simple mind? You can’t be that man we did not hear
