There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
we got overnighted insight and now know that things are read before they're read and when we've been seen and when we've been viewed
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
Down the hill, round the corner Stop Be polite CRS don’t play games here, They assault and they fight To them, a child, a victim of war
By Sophie Alice8 years ago in Poets
Divided we stand fighting over flags and racial tags. In today's America it's always a one sided debate that invokes hate. The southern flag is treated like a swastika carried by a Nazi when it's a sign of ancestry.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Every word that you hear with your two fragile ears can make you or break you or stick with you like glue. With the power words have,
By Ray L. Pfundt8 years ago in Poets
What can we expect from today’s youth raised on YouTube? A generation that would rather smoke weed than read, A generation that thinks that weed’s a miracle seed,
By Yvonne Knight8 years ago in Poets
Since when did we become office slaves? Crunching numbers and becoming the victim of a system where only grinding paths are paved.
By Jordan Tury8 years ago in Poets
Someone once told me: If you don’t like the way we treat animals become a vegan. Other people do it. And I thought: I could.
By B. Anonymous8 years ago in Poets
I don't know how it changed, Conversations went away, know one wants to talk anymore, Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Not quite a teenager Yet your age ends in “teen” This is for the eigh-teeens Nine-teeens Too old to throw the tantrums Too young to pay the bills?
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
As steam fills the bathroom Her thoughts linger Her mind's going a mile a minute, A cute angel, far from linear No solid foundations, so she applies a matte one
By Akashas Stories8 years ago in Poets
Here amoung the sky is where the world, goes to decay. I dare not say how I dare not say why. My mouth feels dry my legs feel heavy and deep down I know I'm empty.
By Kyra Mackenzie8 years ago in Poets
So, what’s it gonna be? So, what’s it gonna be? A lawyer? A doctor? You need a degree Society won’t wait for you or for me,
