There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
VULNERABLE TO THOSE WHO CONSPIRE, OTHERS.TO TEARING UP THE OTHERS. ONLY FOR THE PROFIT OF SELF SATISFACTION TO BELIEVE THEMSELVES BETTER THAN OR GREATER THAN, ALL
By David Avner9 years ago in Poets
Like Biggie (Smalls) Sewing alligators on his shirts, Crocodiles, I got a baby lizard On my collar, and Spiders on my
By Neil Heddings9 years ago in Poets
A man on all fours is seen barking like a dog in the street, He has difficulty eating, and difficulty with sleep, Panic attacks, hallucinations and seizures can also occur,
By DAVID PRIOR9 years ago in Poets
Black Woman Her value is priceless Her worth is limitless Black women are goddesses Her voice contributes power and hope when she reveals her deepest thoughts and says poetic sentences
By Latoia Dunn9 years ago in Poets
What are you doing to the world Lord, are you deliberately tearing it apart? So many beautiful and creative minds, can’t everyone make a start?
By David Aleman9 years ago in Poets
As I look I see a grey sky turning white A cold wind blows bringing in the night My breath starts to appear and blow for all to see
Hold my hand and take a chance, a leap of faith I ask Together we shall walk the bridge and face our final task The mighty sword I hold aloft and wave into the air
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
By Doreen Simpson9 years ago in Poets
I don't want to be normal!! I like being the way I am!!!! I don't hate on people by the way they look or what they do!
By Therese Solow9 years ago in Poets
What truly makes a nation great? Is it our military? Is it our ruling party? No it is our nation’s people Their color of character, of course
By Myles D. Goethe9 years ago in Poets
A careless word and she turns away, running and in tears He didn’t mean the things he said, he is scared, so full of fears
I can tell how old the child is by the buttons on his coat The more he has done up than the older he is He stands there holding the brus,h red eyes burning in the wind
