There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Brick by brick she builds her castle. The cement was churned by tears of the past. It’s bulletproof. Layer upon layer of paint is applied.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Pretty Tell me what pretty is. Go on, tell me. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? It’s a girl. She’s tall; she has long hair, pretty feminine.
By Mearah Manalo8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever received a text that you just had to open it up? Well, I think that we all would be guilty of this once in a lifetime
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
What a helpless creature That you may kill, That you may scorn, That you may hate What a helpless spirit That relies on you,
By Emily Pierce8 years ago in Poets
The toxic fuel that keeps me going. The need to succeed. It’s not about jealousy. It’s about proving my worth. Showing that I have what it takes within my mind that is filled with self-doubt.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
She spins webs around me. Like a black widow spins a cocoon around its prey. She wants to paralyze me and then suck out all my good intentions.
The recently divorced should not jump into countless engagements in an attempt to cloud the view of others. I do not understand America's obsession with marriage.
A refraction of light split into a surreal intensity paints a woeful image to the mentally powerless. Socially inept and
By Neil Kelly8 years ago in Poets
There's a homeless guy on the street: I'm struggling to make ends meet. "Any spare change?" *Please explain how money can be fucking spare?*
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Poets
Am I still beautiful when my flesh has been marred?I am damaged and hurt and worn.Will they still want me after I have shown them I’m scarred?My soul is bruised and old and torn.
By Hannah Lenee8 years ago in Poets
I am me. I may not be who you want me to be. I am not just what you see. No, I am free. No, I will not take a knee, I won't just agree
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
DON’T READ IF YOU KNOW ME Sit down and tell me the worst What do you mean to worst part? I got asked this at 14 The therapist repeated
By Skylar Cribb8 years ago in Poets
