There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
You stare straight ahead as you take your last breath. The cheeks that were an ocean of roses slowly become pale and cold as stone.
By Athena Bell8 years ago in Poets
I was told “you’re never gonna be good enough” I was told “you’re pretty for a black girl” I was told “sexual harassment was your fault”
By Jayne Veillard8 years ago in Poets
The high school scene where you try & find out who you want to be Where you might find out your sexuality or maybe just go through puberty
By Genesis Vigo8 years ago in Poets
A nightmare in a bright, white coffee shop My eyes spread open with clammy, soft hands my own Sun rays split by tables,
By Emily Payne8 years ago in Poets
You told everyone you met that you loved snails I loved that you loved snails I convinced you to buy a small terrarium to save a few from their inevitable demise from a college student walking in late at night
What's the cause of the divide? We are, but take each day in stride. After all, we still have to live our lives. The divide is contagious,
By Steven Woolford8 years ago in Poets
THE KIND-HEARTED SHOWMAN I could never have a stall at the Fair I'd give everything away To lovers with broken hearts Trying to find happiness
By Dylan Morgan8 years ago in Poets
I sit down with my family to watch a DVD Couldn’t afford to pay full price so we bought a copy Before I put it in the news flashes across the screen
By Robyn Keeble MBE8 years ago in Poets
the chair I sit across from is made of black leather and has two lines of stitching that look like a set of closed eyes on a frowning face
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
it was freezing and I was walking to work a man living on the street was all bundled up hey purple tie man! I said hey
The one thing I’ve learned from learning nothing at all from personal experience is to search for the knowledge given by those who suffered through the hardship.
By Mani Lee8 years ago in Poets
New pair of jays on your feet every other week. Seems to me like you forgot you had a child to feed. A child brought up to be a thief, liar, cheater, dealer only taking in what seems right and okay.
By Adriesca J8 years ago in Poets
