There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I was trying to find happiness in my captivity like a caged bird singing melodies of pain With her puffed breast I must confess she’s given into her shame
By Micah Davidson7 years ago in Poets
Dice has six chance choices But I have only four, four Directions. I don't know which path I should follow I want to take risks
By prachi singhal7 years ago in Poets
With just a click of a camera You can capture a moment for life A frozen piece of time so natural Sometimes a smile hiding the strife
By Ashlyn Harper7 years ago in Poets
I saw the Jay Z in him But had to get pass the Beanie Segal in him. I fell for the Babyface in him, But his Robin Williams in him made it hard to
By Its complicated7 years ago in Poets
MONDAY:Bendy-straws are rad;Then you accidentally stabyour freaking eye ball.TUESDAY:A pixel dino.Internet signal desert.Got a new high score.WEDNESDAY:Opened my windowTo take in the fresh air but..neighbors smoke dank weed.THURSDAY:Caprisun packetsdon't taste the same as before..Remember Techdecks?FRIDAY:Since y'all are still here,donate to my PayPal, please;Just joking, but yeah.
By dee7 years ago in Poets
Are you a shrub or flora? Fruit or vegetation? Planned or wild? Regardless, roots will never change That we're all pieces of this chaparral
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Why... why am I following everyone else? That conveyor belt slowly shifts with the same made up selfie people Who... who am I to judge?
By Suzy Belle' Naturelle7 years ago in Poets
An ode to my skin Oh skin you shine bright Like a million stardust in the sky Your beauty extends further than my mind can comprehend
By Zhaii Rodney7 years ago in Poets
You think this is easy for me? The week I found out, I cried For days at a time, I lied To everyone, said I'm fine, But inside, a part of me died.
By CT Idlehouse7 years ago in Poets
Hey Woman Sinner Do not follow your Winnings Because of everything in this Life While time is running out Beauty lasts for all so long
By Migdalia Torres7 years ago in Poets
You don't know me yet. As a matter of fact this may be the first time that we have met. Unaware of my existence until this image has spilled across your screen, in whatever creative way that it has crept.
By Frank "Frizzy" Sykes7 years ago in Poets
What kind of lies are you believing? What kind of thoughts are you perceiving? Who's coercing your hand to do that thing?
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
