There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
O' to be in a world where life is fair where no one made fun of your clothes or hair to be in a world where equality thrived
By Jodie Shaw9 years ago in Poets
This late night has a steady breeze that can chill your bones. This late night has a secret greater than those bold. This secret late at night lies behind doors.
By Kayla Robison9 years ago in Poets
I've been from there to here And from place to place The only thing I've learned Is that people are the same I've seen anger and hatred
By Ben Attwood9 years ago in Poets
Will we need to fight, Get off our asses, And make things right. The world has gone crazy, And our future is at risk,
By Karen Commane9 years ago in Poets
Straight or Gay ? Am I straight or gay ? I heard you say... I ask why it bothers you anyway ? Why judge a man by what's in his heart.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
We must tend our gardens well as we stand at the gates of hell. The weeds take hold quickly. Their roots digging deeper and deeper.
By A.C. Zempleni9 years ago in Poets
Smoldering dawn, arise from the sickened bedpost I lay wet in your unfolding demeanor Guide yourself over the pastures of something new and abused
By Broke Poet9 years ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Trump '' How ya doing old chump '' How was your year? Or does it go in and out one ear? Hows the dictating? Or is it deflating?
By Mags Murphy Lynch9 years ago in Poets
freedom: if you can find it I want it (now) perhaps because it’s so very simple and true even if forgotten and so very simple
By Phoenix Rises9 years ago in Poets
What color are dark skinned humans black brown tan red based on how they look when not in dark rooms. But there's no crayon to show shades of
By Jose Juarez9 years ago in Poets
Surgery went good, I guess, I woke up and my face felt weird, My lips were extremely swollen, I look like Angelina Jolie,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Our conversation lulls for a moment too long, and I feel awkward, uncomfortable… unsure what to say or do next. So I pull out my phone.
By Nathan Heard9 years ago in Poets
