There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Mentally they sang Mentally deprived The parody in poetry form awakens w/ damaged brains & blackened souls Mentally they pray
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Comedy is like a passing wind blowing from the North Shudders on the Windows are nailed shut The animals sense disaster
A Human Zoo A menagerie of oddities collected to display for curious onlookers to stare and gawk For just one thin dime
The longer I go through life the more I see how alike we all are. We live We die We all have goals Dreams Aspirations.
By Noah Hagedorn7 years ago in Poets
The only way the future can possibly survive is an end to the rebirth We are living in a loop A cycle of life that recycles past generations
By kys crys7 years ago in Poets
Sitting, slouched, tired, and without a care knowing there's a lot going on in the world, but not wanting to go there. Sure a lot is happening, but what I am supposed to do...
By Kieya Rain7 years ago in Poets
Tick tick tock, her age was on the clock. As he pulls up her skirt, he thinks she's a flirt. She squirms in chance of a getaway
Once upon a time... in a land not long ago was a young blonde haired girl Who went to the show Little Miss 1565 with the dreams of every child
I would rather be stuck in my La la land Than be present whenever I am I walk to think As i know my thoughts will vanish in a blink
Birth of a Damage Bandit The only one who profits from rickety rockets are the ones who have already sold souls to demons.
By Joe Francisco7 years ago in Poets
and suddenly i am snatching the glassfrom his hand,emptying its contents into the sink,fulfilling my mother’s promiseof never letting another mancontrol me,overshadowed bythe veilof his whiskey.
By Jessica Layburn7 years ago in Poets
Nothin' is harder to do than nothing. I spoke to a navy lieutenant, he told me the punishment for the sailors under his command was to sit, and do nothing. Perhaps it is because anyone joining the military, willingly, deep down wants to be a hero, they want to help, to be useful. Here, nothingness equates to uselessness. For those sailors, seals, cadets, lieutenants, that's worse than losing the war.
By dk7 years ago in Poets
