There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Of the one that's tough, when will be enough? This fleeting, flaunting, failing short game of life The power of the right man's way, brings strife.
By Dan Fowlks8 years ago in Poets
Sit back, relax and reminisce with me A time that was ours and misery Lest we forget our harboured ways And go back to the time that we strayed
By Shenique 8 years ago in Poets
In my quest for a Higher Power, I read and learned about everything that was not God and felt everything which simply Was.
By Natalie "Prosper" Phairus8 years ago in Poets
I refuse to be caged by the dark ideals set for me before I was born. I am not a prop. I am not an ornament or a blow-up doll.
By Bodine Waterfire8 years ago in Poets
Social norm social norm don't take me in your arms Let me roam in this wilderness maintaining the bar you set How does society portray women as beauty products that gain emotion but never logic
By Thabo Magava8 years ago in Poets
We're the voices The shouting The hurricane The rainstorm We are you. We're the words The demons The angels The sunshine
By Brooklyn B8 years ago in Poets
A staunch, bottom stone that holds the weight of the wall All of the other bricks down here are just broken Chiseled down by previously made conditions
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Poets
As we carry on day by day with our cell phones and shirt that says “Slay,” What are we really? As our heads are bowed in silence watching a conversation happen on a screen, unfocused in reality but on reality tv?
By Taylor Newby8 years ago in Poets
It’s funny, growing up in a place that isn’t supposed to be ‘yours’, your mirror- people that do not look like you. And so I grew, my skin one colour, my mind another, my soul- something in between.
By Mariia Bashmakova8 years ago in Poets
The Tyranny on this land today is a repeat of history, yet we are so blind to see. Our economy is in a drought and the poverty is on a rise as we watch our mother flood these lands with her tears.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
You stand in the center, proud of your ferocious roar of values and oneness that reaches the ears of the world. The wine, the words, the homogeneity.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
Welcome To America It was speculated that I was a gang member and do what they do That’s not the case however I hang with some because they are cool
By Michael Cheeseborough II8 years ago in Poets
