There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
It's a nightmare, is getting old, suddenly more vulnerable to the common cold. Hair starts to thin and turns a delicate grey,
By Hazel Colby8 years ago in Poets
Marching, marching in the streets While blood is running in the sheets Children, adults, neighbors, friends The list goes on and never ends
By Chadlai Shade8 years ago in Poets
Hammer in hand no one could challenge. Words are cannons that leave much damage. His own mother pulled the rug from under his feet.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Unexpected blood and fleshy clots swirling in my toilet led to an evidence-based assumption: Pregnancy. A hurriedly scheduled, science-based procedure confirmed another unexpectancy:
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets
We used to wish on fallen eyelashes, and the first flakes of snow, on blown-out birthday candles and dandelions. We used to run out on our porches in the evenings to wish on the stars. We were always wishing.
By Casey Elaine Stevenson8 years ago in Poets
People rush by as time goes by... in this place a shopper's delight. Rushing from here, going there....when will it end i just watch and stare.
By Stefan Robinson8 years ago in Poets
I confess, This has become an obsession. Not just for me, But society as a whole. From competing for popularity in school,
By Ilana Weiss8 years ago in Poets
Somebody has been living in my closet and I know who it is. It is my enemy, who was once my friend. I shared my dreams and deepest secrets with her.
By Latiesha Silas8 years ago in Poets
In feasting famine, through fickle fact; by arid water and faux-pas tact; Through fortunate curse and luminous black, we all must learn that opposites attract.
By Christopher DeLisle8 years ago in Poets
There’s not much between Friends and Enemies Just a measure of commitment I have friends whose time I can’t beg for And enemies I never wanted who turn to me to change it Like it was my idea in the first place
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Poets
I had a friend who wasn't so good at math. And when they got a test back that didn't go so well, they would say, "I'm so dumb."
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
I'm a spider living in a world where people can't see me, do I exist? I see everything and hear everything but still I do not exist.
By Everything Aushane8 years ago in Poets
