There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Varying shapes and colors/ some unassuming, others an obvious sight to the blind eye. (A splash of white powder across the bathroom tile; a rainbow of capisules strewn across the dining room table)
By Jasmine Fortier8 years ago in Poets
America has declared war on me. I ain't even do nothin, just a 20 year old black kid in school tryna get his degree. So let me know what you peep when you see me walking down your street.
By David Goolsby8 years ago in Poets
Hello there Do you care How others fare If so, you’re rare People often glare If you have a dramatic flare They growl like a bear
By Irene Proudman8 years ago in Poets
I'm sitting here with a mouth full of the last piece of pizza I'll wash it down while I begin to drown in the milkshake I got
By Thomas8 years ago in Poets
We are mammals. Purely animals. We eat like them, we hunt like them, we act like them. When we're angry we attack. When we're in love we react. When we're upset, we cry.
By Eldie Rose8 years ago in Poets
Thank you for this lesson You've taught me such a valuable one It was a hard lesson to learn But I'm grateful I learned
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
The Way of the Crab— Adventuring in zig-zag formation. We don’t do straight lines here—everything becomes more tangential than that, but by all means, we arrive at the same location. I just take longer to get there.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets
I don't need a college ed. no time to be employed cause all I want to do is hit the vape with my boys go everywhere by hoverboard
By bug kid8 years ago in Poets
I am not a number I am not my age I am not my shoe size My weight My height I am not the color of my hair I am not my freckles
By Rachel Murphy8 years ago in Poets
What do you see? You see homeless, drunks and druggies. What do I see? I walk these streets, I see their stories We rely on the kindness of others. We hike the distance to eat, sleep and make our commute.
By Rayven Nespoli8 years ago in Poets
The early bird catches the worm... I'll just have coffee, thanks. It's better to give than to receive... so whattya got for me?
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
You could be black or white, Gay or straight, Muslim or Christian, You're still a human, And damn the differences you are still my friend.
By Michaela Holbrook8 years ago in Poets
