There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
They say when life gives you lemons, you should make some lemonade. I say that is outdated, archaic, passé. If life gives me a lemon, I will grow a lemon tree.
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
Why was I raised to believe that my skin color defines me? Why was I raised to believe in stereotypes? Why was the first word from my culture that I used, a racial slur?
By Michele Hastings7 years ago in Poets
Tell me why there are hypocrites. Why they defend one, but not another even though they know that in doing so they condemn another soul to desolation
Start off calm, collected. Focus on the money Focus on the goals. Then he creeps into my soul, mind. Just lurking, "going you know you want to
By Alexandra C7 years ago in Poets
Little Black Girl 1...2...3... Push...Breathe As the crown of her baby's head comes into the world another statistic is born from a wedlock mother.
By Jana Nicole7 years ago in Poets
I do not get paid enough to be a martyr But I’d die to save my students. I do not get paid enough to be a martyr But I’d die to save my students.
By Kara G.7 years ago in Poets
Does the hater know his or her own kind, When words drop like ashes from the stogies? Or do their mouths crumble and then go blind
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
In the land of the blind there are wars and rumors of war, a heart problem has risen and a lack of sympathy, bloody streams seeping through the ground; crying out to the LORD,
By Ciara Douglas7 years ago in Poets
It was a 40 min ride to school and back but, they were cherished moments Most of the time I'd listen to music while staring out the window of a small bus
By Abstract Of The Mind7 years ago in Poets
I only saw you from the waist down at first My mind had a twisted thirst I didn’t notice your eyes or your face Just everything below your waist
By Broken Walls7 years ago in Poets
The featured illustration is a print from some unknown source, dated 1764, and captioned with “man carrying a load is stalked by death, as a skeleton,” attributable to Creative Commons. The conspiracy that matters is what lies beyond the last step we take.
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
Selfishness is the truest statement of All that is expressed through the power which Encompasses the emotion of love. It is smartwork to be selfish, to switch.
