There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
An ordinary day Transformed to hell in minutes In darkness, I mourn I weep for you. Rage spun from hate Will not delay their fate
By CT Idlehouse7 years ago in Poets
Though this mind flows like waterfalls This river is not drinking water Save these words For your daughter Just because they're selling makeup
By Ben Parker7 years ago in Poets
Every girl I know has been sexually harassed They should be complimented Instead they're attacked Most guys shrug it off
The ghetto cry was left unnoticed. As the shots were fired in the streets of Chicago. Watch the blood pour and seeth through the cracks of the sidewalks.
By Nikki Say it Now7 years ago in Poets
I felt excited but tired and sleepy at the same time. It would be so easy to slip into the kitchen and just eat something.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
If only I had abs... everyone would stop and stare. If only I had abs... I sure would feel rare! If only I had abs... I'd look so great on the beach.
Some rose up fast Others took on a slower pace The dice was cast Some were holding onto an ace Degrees meant little or much
Is there a safe space, a safe place For people like you and I? I am the poster child of broken hearts and broken homes So don't be confused when I have nowhere to run and hide
By Midas Grace7 years ago in Poets
It takes me a minute to recognize you To remember that you are mine. Your image flickers and lags over the computer screen.
By Aliza Dube7 years ago in Poets
Is sepulchral evolved anatomy buried in the depths of me? Is empty fashioned cavity and damned from all Divinity? Zelda gave advice to me
By Blaise Terese7 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I Scare Myself Sometimes I laugh out loud Sometimes I talk to Myself and feel very Proud, but the best times are yet when
By Migdalia Torres7 years ago in Poets
There’s this moment in life, which scares you the most. After some time, back to life and you think it won’t happen again but you were wrong *bam* there this very big scary moment that scares you to the core. Now here you are fixing your flame. Again and again. The loop.
By fluky lee7 years ago in Poets
