There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I was searching for a mother who wasn't there. For the mother-daughter bond others, all seem to have that I was lacking. Instead, I had a woman who would turn on me within seconds like a snake.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
As freshman year approaches The teenager at age fifteen is in skinny jeans, a tight fitted shirt, and worn out Nikes Her favorite class is filled with sweat and teacher coaches
By Mary McMichael7 years ago in Poets
Hey it's me, it's Bertha G I just wanted to tell you what will be will be don't fret or ponder on anything really cuz life is to short
By MCBerthaG Divinity7 years ago in Poets
Life is good in these waning days of the American Century. I'm at Coffee and Donuts on Ditmas and Coney Island Ave. sucking on an iced coffee
By Andrew Arnett7 years ago in Poets
Bridges are meant to create a path in a direction you want to go. You can build them or burn them. You can walk or drive.
By Poetry Girl7 years ago in Poets
Western civilization may be getting killed. The halcyon days may have ended. When volumes of knowledge in minds are filled,
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
You do not see me But I am here You do not see me And still you fear And I the monster A big, black, angry monster of sorts
By Monsoor Ali7 years ago in Poets
The lies we tell, entangled in the minds of young and weakened men. The lies we give to naive girls, their minds we bend and twist and curl.
He was big and loud A thunderstorm And I, new Fragile and empty Lived in shadows of unattainable perfection And epic glory
I miss the lost art of letter writing. I remember sitting by the telephone waiting for the phone to ring. Back when you didn’t know who was calling until you picked up the receiver.
Exactly twenty-four hours after being thankful for what we already have, we trample strangers for sale items. We sleep four hours in a turkey-induced coma.
People can preach support, pretend that they’re present, act as though they actually care. Wear the costume of bright yellow and orange
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
