There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The corporate ladder is probably the coldest term one could utter in the working world For one with burning motivation, it's baffling to watch people stagnate,
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA7 years ago in Poets
my country tis of greed i haven’t slept right for weeks like my dreams can’t decide what it means to be american i have a heart & i bleed & i breathe
By Carrie Moran7 years ago in Poets
Hello dear friend, I hope life has treated you well My life has been this long bumpy road of twists and turns I've had my fair share of laughs and cries
By Mary McMichael7 years ago in Poets
Life was never really simple. There were never actually simpler times. Just times that seem so much easier to swallow than what lays before us.
By Sid l.c7 years ago in Poets
Follow me need to know that I ain’t worthless Follow me Need to show you that I’m perfect Follow me Only way They know my purpose
By Benjamin Lovet7 years ago in Poets
Swimming through cold water, With your clothing on. To a deserted island, Where only the homeless stay. Train tracks nearby.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
you don't need to pick me up at seven o'clock I'll make my own way to our date you don't need to cook dinner for me I'll have it ready on my plate
By Helen Chamberlain7 years ago in Poets
I remember when I first got there My brains much smaller than my ego I had thought that life on the new frontier would be much more riveting
By Angel Young7 years ago in Poets
I glance over my shoulder waiting for a passing shadow One I’ve seen just a few too many times at a not so far a distance, following me
I don’t suffer from a mental illness, In fact, I don’t suffer at all. Let’s talk about my diagnoses; “Bipolar Disorder” is a big word to grasp,
By Brianna Mucci7 years ago in Poets
Having a heart of gold will be sold to the highest bidder on the market, I wish this luck I have will stop it, Tired of being used and mentally abused like i'm a puppet for the public
By C'aira Young7 years ago in Poets
What rawness is exposed when you let your truths show? What sense of beauty unravels as your imperfections travel past expectations and into the concentration of a person with no worries.
By 7 years ago in Poets
