There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
You told everyone you met that you loved snails I loved that you loved snails I convinced you to buy a small terrarium to save a few from their inevitable demise from a college student walking in late at night
By Emily Payne8 years ago in Poets
What's the cause of the divide? We are, but take each day in stride. After all, we still have to live our lives. The divide is contagious,
By Steven Woolford8 years ago in Poets
THE KIND-HEARTED SHOWMAN I could never have a stall at the Fair I'd give everything away To lovers with broken hearts Trying to find happiness
By Dylan Morgan8 years ago in Poets
I sit down with my family to watch a DVD Couldn’t afford to pay full price so we bought a copy Before I put it in the news flashes across the screen
By Robyn Keeble MBE8 years ago in Poets
the chair I sit across from is made of black leather and has two lines of stitching that look like a set of closed eyes on a frowning face
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
it was freezing and I was walking to work a man living on the street was all bundled up hey purple tie man! I said hey
The one thing I’ve learned from learning nothing at all from personal experience is to search for the knowledge given by those who suffered through the hardship.
By Mani Lee8 years ago in Poets
New pair of jays on your feet every other week. Seems to me like you forgot you had a child to feed. A child brought up to be a thief, liar, cheater, dealer only taking in what seems right and okay.
By Adriesca J8 years ago in Poets
tell me how much you love your new neighborhood the one that you gentrified. the one you didn’t care about until you started sleeping over at your 1 AM fling’s.
By Francisco Gutierrez8 years ago in Poets
Someone once told me the attention of a faceless coward is not worth dying for. Even though everywhere I look, billboards and commercials tell me it is.
By cristian luca8 years ago in Poets
We are asked to remember. War is not a thing to remember, it is a thing to realise. Look around you, Men and Women walk amongst us that risked it all.
By Mary Black8 years ago in Poets
Ivanna be like her a nip and tuck Trump Tight is lady luck Barbie girl dreams with plastic wishes laser light Love of
By Robert Moody-Boyd8 years ago in Poets
