There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
No one is truly here to wipe away your starlight tears, For that is not their purpose. No one is truly here to watch you for all these tiresome years,
By Jennay Hayden8 years ago in Poets
Waking up is supposed to be a gift, One of those miracles, However, I dread waking up, Living the day to day, What anxiety gets brought up this time,
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
Am I at odds to all my peers who stay Out late, resisting the daily-drone of Toil, tasks, and tedium, in favour of A single, solitary moment of infinity –
By Chris Jones8 years ago in Poets
Love is like a full-time job Gotta make sure he's not a slob I'm taking applications, but not hiring till March Drowning in an Ocean of people, yet still parched
By Neura Logical8 years ago in Poets
Missing the light carried so deep inside Still there silently shining just not as bright Asking Myself this question late at night
By Rau Niche8 years ago in Poets
As hard as I try, I cannot forget The harshness of blood and the bitterness of sweat The ashy demise, so many have faced The shrapnel of time, humanity’s disgrace
By Steven B8 years ago in Poets
World falling apart, no one cares all they care about is their own flames burning from inside out. They try to keep them buried but they will not longer stay still.
By Noelia Vallés8 years ago in Poets
Every night's the same on the evening news. Humanity loses itself in hatred and so easily causes abuse. They'll come up with the most pathetic excuse.
By Paul Crocker8 years ago in Poets
The creatures called men have usurped power for so long, Enraged when we demand equal treatment: are we wrong For pushing back against forced patriarchal subordination
By Raven Aurora8 years ago in Poets
There are many journeys, Short and small, Long and consuming, And some that only end, At the end. Traveling through time,
By Colin Hope8 years ago in Poets
A young star had grown to be one of the brightest in the sky. He was a happy star as he seen how the planets would come alive and dance when his light came every day.
By Keith Kennedy8 years ago in Poets
(Tune of 'SANTA BABY') Burka baby, just slit his throat while he sleeps, yes please, for me. He’s been an awful war lord, Burka Baby
By Mardi Coeur de Lion8 years ago in Poets
