There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Despite the goodness that my heart posses all I want to do is strike back, lets clash I have kept my eyes shut and my mouth hush but the fire in me is soon going to bust,
By Arham7 years ago in Poets
i’m sorry i was late to your class. and after i was late, i fell asleep. it’s not that it was boring- though i did think it was boring-
By sofia benavides7 years ago in Poets
We were taught in our history class, About a man who had a dream. A dream so powerful, A dream so powerful that America couldn't handle it.
By Ariana Mendez7 years ago in Poets
There is no especial quality to the remains of my tragedies that would engender despair in the depths of your soul. There are no works I have created
By Ruben Willis7 years ago in Poets
Everyday I wake up confused. I never know if I'll be sad, mad, or possibly happy I'm always wondering what will be on the news.
By Haden M.7 years ago in Poets
I can feel you, Your ear to my chest With the expectation of That steady heart beat the doctor waits for When he says breath in…
By Emily Fritz7 years ago in Poets
He tosses the knife in the trash at the train station so casually just like a dozen others toss out their coffee cups or used tissues
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
i like white nectarines but not yellow ones i like white peaches but not yellow ones i like white grapes but not red ones-
We have no teachers We have no schools We have no stories We have no storytellers We have no elders We have no wisdom We have no secrets
By She Chants7 years ago in Poets
There used to be coffee shops, In buildings now disguised as therapy offices. There used to be sleazy lingerie stores, In a building now converted into fancy drinking halls.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
We all have secrets Wouldn’t you agree? A state of being That those around can’t see. We all have secrets That we keep locked away,
By Teya Hooper7 years ago in Poets
As I sit here My mind can't help but wander Loving and losing New beginnings branching off of endings How can something so beautiful come from something so destructive?
By Em7 years ago in Poets
