There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Do I have to be talkative to be attractive? Be interruptive when the teacher's talking. Post pictures of myself in bikinis and smoke coming out of my mouth,
By Towela8 years ago in Poets
Black sun born into this nasty world. The beast that sees the weak as feasts. At first he was confused and scared. Hair on his neck stands straight from fear.
By Dalon McCain8 years ago in Poets
Shooting at Gay/Lesbian Bar in Orlando Florida I was at a lost of words when it came down to this segment. So instead of treating this like a regular segment, I decided to write this poem instead.
By Auteanna Baysinger8 years ago in Poets
An age old query, nature vs nurture not such, a simple precursor celestial bodies, in constant motion, gravitational effect on you, and the ocean,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
History taught as gospel in education, Altered by each and every nation, Facts manipulated for the masses, By the elite ruling classes,
As I sit here damp with tears I attempt to throw away my fears I set my sights on a girl of gold The girl I'd like to be before I'm old
By Mary Devlin8 years ago in Poets
Yes, I am drowning in papers, pencils, and books. Just add to that stack. No, I did not do the assignment, because I had other homework to finish and I decided what was more important.
By Krista Barnish8 years ago in Poets
Disconnected There are no real connections anymore We communicate only through screens Never saying much to anyone in person
By D.C. Bugg8 years ago in Poets
The patriarchy, built on lies and the demise of the feminine power. I raise hands and give thanks for the hour we have reached
By Morgan Leigh Callison8 years ago in Poets
birds fly away while we flock towards destruction. they’re afraid of disaster, we are made up of it. now the whole world is
By sofia libra8 years ago in Poets
The whole World's against you, but we'll make you make believe it's your friend. The system you've fell for 'Stockholm' chokes the very freedom we throw away.
By Christian Robles8 years ago in Poets
A tribe called Quest Ballin on a budget Calling grandma on her birthday Doing what I want when work allows it Eating too much pizza has not killed anyone I know
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Poets
