There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In my neighborhood, We chain our outdoor benches to trees to avoid theft. Anything that is not bolted down is fair game. We maintain a certain level of trash in our yard at all times to not appear rich.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Kids like me, We're not allowed to dream. Or at least we shouldn't be allowed to It would save a lot of heartache, If instead of the lies we got fed at school
By Afsana Yasmin7 years ago in Poets
We hold it to be a most noble truth, a cornerstone of our system of justice. But, in the wake of the stunning revelations
By Ruben Willis7 years ago in Poets
Imagine a world for no and everyoneWhere we all are here to be as one and to save the worldWhere we have no differences at heart despite the differences at handand our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind
By Emmiasky Ojex7 years ago in Poets
The literature that this world offers Is malignant, poisonous, and crude. For those who put their literary treasures in coffers,
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Eleven days until the new year. I will break my own promises before spring. My bad habits will be in full rotation before the snow even melts and long before the birds fly back for the season.
The mother country is England of course. But Africa is the motherland. America has adopted de facto the English language as a source.
Divorce China. The thrift store is full of this. Pricey dishes that are too delicate to use. They live as display pieces in China cabinets and are to fancy for daily use.
Roses are kind and gentle. Comes in many colors. It's a perfume. A natural sweet perfume. The way the roses bloom. The way they look and smell.
By elizabeth embry7 years ago in Poets
The gritty parts of being a woman (that no one talks about) include getting to your car limping all the way through the parking lot
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
Why do we judge the homeless man when we haven't walked a mile in his cracked shoes? Why do we judge the rich man and heap praise
By Vaden Chandler7 years ago in Poets
Keep quiet Tell no one You are still friends I really didn’t show Any remorse In the end The first time it was gross
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
