There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Our conversation lulls for a moment too long, and I feel awkward, uncomfortable… unsure what to say or do next. So I pull out my phone.
By Nathan Heard8 years ago in Poets
I am the jaded giant fading amoungst the clouds. In a circumstance of forced compliance Peering worrisome above the crowds.
By Dennis LaLiberte II8 years ago in Poets
Seven billion people // fourteen billion faces. We bend down to help only to have someone untie our laces. We are masters of unsaid words but slaves of those we let slip out.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Pubes everywhere warns Lee!Read it as pubs and thought it was great. Inside feels nostalgic: looks like a school. Vending machines galore and neon benches.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
Make your mind a temple. Turn your prayers into action. Religion is not about memorizing text. It’s a lifestyle—treating others with love and respect.
Walking through life with my eyes wide open Never truly knowing what’s going on Keeping hidden the words not spoken Afraid to let the real truth be known
By Brittney Mckinney8 years ago in Poets
January first, 2010 Three pudgy-muscled guards walked down the black frozen hall of death row The prisoners all hissed coldly at them
By Candice Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Supremacists, nationalists, history advocates— they march because they say they will not let their place in history be forgotten.
By Jose Juarez8 years ago in Poets
I scroll down to avoid the pictures. I scroll down to avoid the hate. I scroll own to avoid the debate. I scroll down because its not a debate.
By Sydney Schneider8 years ago in Poets
The right to exist co-equal runs across many lines lack of imagination, moral cowardice, politics, culture, religion. All dark scenery and stage craft
By Michael Bee8 years ago in Poets
The jazz record plays, The old man with the red velvet hat smokes his cigar and sips his drink. On the dance floor, a couple dances, looking into each other eyes, not wanting to let go.
By Brianna McKinley8 years ago in Poets
In the eye of the killer, you’re the prey, In the eye of the auteur, look for the story today, In the eye of a lover, you’re a beautiful thing
By Tony Lawlor8 years ago in Poets
