There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
How far are you willing to go? To fight? To dream? Knowing that your story might end, Right here, Right now Knowing that you aren’t going to just nod of peacefully
By Emma Kitsch8 years ago in Poets
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work?
By Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAden8 years ago in Poets
Imaging feeling the cusps of your hands and the soles of your feet frozen beyond belief Then imagine your future Wide eyes
By Christin Hardy8 years ago in Poets
I was afraid About myself It was the moment I realised Just what I am capable of The atrocities that I could commit The hurt I could inflict
By Harry Hallion8 years ago in Poets
Click-and-clacking, ants are we. In metered step. In perfect key. Snick-and-snacking, mindless flies. We scent the stench. We dine and die.
By Robert Moores8 years ago in Poets
The calendar says it’s Valentine’s Day. I don’t feel it. Too much is wrong in my life. I wasn’t struck by cupid’s arrow.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
I think an economy makes ¢s. We want money. Money makes ¢s Economies work all around the idea of ¢s. Economies, themselves, just make ¢s
By Ryan Chan8 years ago in Poets
They say that a coin has two sides But it's more like top and bottom One side has your head so high The other makes you feel rotten
By Gwapo Mystizo8 years ago in Poets
A man once laid hands on me, a loving embrace, But then the next time this wasn't the case, That same man laid hands on me, a once warm embrace,
Behind the shades I still feel your shade, Underneath the Crown lies a mind still plagued, Behind the gorgeous boots lies the road that I'VE walked,
Shuffling, hopeless Before you even enter. you start counting counting the years left to get out. Anticipating the time to get out
By Z I8 years ago in Poets
The smell of the air has changed The look your eyes usually carry, don’t look the same The words you say.. They all make me think
By Lyndsie Jines8 years ago in Poets
