There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
By Crystal Caraway8 years ago in Poets
Moonbeams burn My skin to Black, 'Twas not my turn- I can't go back... Into the past, I rushed the stage- The spell is cast,
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
First, you took a penny then, left another penny. Later, we took literature then, we gave it back. Now, we take the essential
By Jose Gabriel8 years ago in Poets
Mam cancelled the milk today, We are going to Blackpool just for the day, I've been sitting on the prom eating fish and chips,
By DAVID PRIOR8 years ago in Poets
A plague of humans, Infesting the Earth, They cannot stop breeding, That is their curse. The human plague, Has become so grave,
By Colin Hope8 years ago in Poets
His family lived in what you call, “the ditch” The north side of town no one wanted to be, but could unfortunately see who had the daughter with ripped jeans split to the thigh
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
Weez Here We shook the southern dust from our feet for the last time, By foot, mule, train or truck, Dixie is at our back and a new day is ahead,
By Terri Lyons8 years ago in Poets
Blood, Sweat, and Fire The Wonderful World of Disney gave us a Sunday evening rest, We anticipated Ed Sullivan’s line up of guests
I am a writer Not a journalist A storyteller Not a reporter A thought teller Not an event teller When I say "writer" Thou shall have no confusion
By Alex Maurice8 years ago in Poets
All. Lives. Matter. Really? Because you’re genuinely scared of the police Because you can do everything right, and still get shot
By Edens Fleurizard8 years ago in Poets
I am I am life, do you not want me I am here do you not see me I am speaking. Do you not hear me I am a dream, do you not live me
By Pearl Allen8 years ago in Poets
I found God circling the pilings of solar panels in my high school parking lot, a dragonfly frozen in his nail- pierced palm.
By Dustin Stephens8 years ago in Poets
