There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
To dance To dance A dance of ecstatic joy, In the land where death has died, And New roses unfurl each morning In the soil of the soul.
By Katt Clark8 years ago in Poets
the sweet cigarette smoke that fills your lungs, and the smell that flushes your nostrils, a divine concoction of guilt and love, such as the sight of a dying dove.
By Jake Yates8 years ago in Poets
Who I am is a question they ask…I do always question is their brain up to the task…the task of understanding which side is true?then again is my brain ever even sure what to do?
By Just-Jay.8 years ago in Poets
Simmer down for the domestic euphoria. Isn’t it hard to flip the pan? How easy to boil away the last storia. The little last turtle to hold out his hand.
By Niles Koenigsberg8 years ago in Poets
So young and naive I wasn’t in school yet but my cousin touched me with his hands but I was too scared to run to my mom 'cause I didn’t fully understand.
By Tåi Rënë8 years ago in Poets
I wonder how it feels to be accepted in a crowd? To be wanted and liked for who you are. To laugh and share secrets, like movie stars. I wonder how it feels to be happy.
By Deletha Jolliffe8 years ago in Poets
Sovereign born - A biologic collision that divided cells and inserted spirit into, what we call, the human condition. A mission -
They'll ask some heavy questions, as they should, when I am dead; like: "What sorta nonsense crept its way into that fellow's head?
By Paul Forshtay8 years ago in Poets
THIS IS A HORROR STORY, WRITTEN IN THE BLOOD OF THE DEVOTED, YOUR CONTRIBUTION HAS BEEN DULY NOTED. You was the voice of the people just the other day,
The nazis hid them The plague silenced them The cide takes them We are what's left. Book burnings tour the holes in my skin
By Aoife McAndless-Davis8 years ago in Poets
"Wake up brothers this isn't Paradise, it looks like it's survival of the fittest out here. Everyone is trying to show the world how their lives are doing really well and show off what things they own and shit.
By Issa Ninji8 years ago in Poets
I could destroy this whole world. I could rip apart entire empires Destroy families Kill individual ppl with these bare hands
By Casey Hiatus8 years ago in Poets
