There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Tick-tock time tells no care, no where, no day; iPads, iPhones, i-thingamajigs Wi-Fi, new apps-savvy. Tweet click finger tricks
By Biyanke' K8 years ago in Poets
Tfw you drop your pizza slice, topping side down. Fml. Tfw the bus drives straight past you. Fml. Tfw you drop your phone and the headphones don't save it.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Poets
I write this note and then press 'SEND'. This life is gold with you in it, my dear friend. 'Would no hand rest upon my cheek,
By LP Steinbeck8 years ago in Poets
Basic necessities provided by machines. Mass-produced genetically-altered living beings manufactured for gluttonous human consumption.
By Andrew Landers8 years ago in Poets
The cliche of the vastness of uncharted space all but a dot on a dot on a dot, Earthen crumb on an endless void mantle piece
By Andrés Ibarra8 years ago in Poets
Nothing is better than a walk through the night. It is a time where I am truly free to open my thoughts without any distraction.
By Noah Fox8 years ago in Poets
We the people Are the system's sheeple Walking around like we took a sleeping pill It hurts my cerebral to see We grew up built on being selfish and greedy
By Harmony Tarrant8 years ago in Poets
It’s 3 PM I just finished sleeping off A hangover. I got four hours to kill until My shift starts At the guard house At the garage on Canal Street.
By Dyl Elner8 years ago in Poets
On my own Against the tempest With the roar of I-55 The smell of latakia. Old Glory, God Shed his Grace On thee! Tangled against the ramp
Broken Wings In this dark world of loneliness I was consumed by thoughts That no one cared About me Laden with anguish
By Leon Pryce8 years ago in Poets
As I sit in my window seat A thought crosses my mind A thought as scary as the open sea I think to myself, “what a perfect angle for someone to shoot me”
By Rose Winters8 years ago in Poets
Soft and supple Weak yet bold The hands have not endured our hardship No callus as they sip on their golden chalices ***
By Batool Aly8 years ago in Poets
