There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
when we were young we were taught simple truths two plus two equals four red and blue make purple the alphabet begins with a
By Sity Sullivan7 years ago in Poets
The TV said you aren't cool if you don't shop at the mall, And drive a fancy car. You need wholesale windows and chewing gum.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Bliss seems attainable to those who's worth it Youre not qualified because you're asleep, They'd say you're not like them cause they're hard working
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Bombed down to the ground blood dyed the land trees turned to charcoal and water escaped the land Neighbours became enemies
By Mystik Serpent7 years ago in Poets
Alone I sit, on this warm summer night Sun tucked away, not a shadow in sight When a breeze hits my chest, and causes me to shudder
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
Too often, it seems, we compare the waste of humankind to the litter of the environment; and because we do this, we tend to see the latter more than we see the former.
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
Cotton candy clouds. We floated on them. The air was sweet. In this fake place, where everyone has perfect skin and the people are made of sugar.
I am a misfit among the misfits. I don't fit in anywhere. No group of friends wants me. I make friends with a few, And the rest hate me.
Beautiful, pretty, attractive that is all anyone wants to be. All I want to be. I want to look in the mirror and see beauty.
By Suzie7 years ago in Poets
Enter into the cluttered dungeon. The dungeon of the shopaholic. It’s a dark place, With lovely things. Small treasures from around the world,
12:42 o'Clock. I can't sleep. Monsters are under my bed, And in my head. The Internet changes the way I write. No more searching for a pen and paper.
I gave my son a bath, And let him splash around in the tub. He picked out a pair of pajama pants with cars on them to wear to bed.
