There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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,
By Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAden8 years ago in Poets
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
Well I'm all alone now, And I'm starting to fall down. Try to catch myself, But it's a little hard with no wealth. Yeah that's just how the world had to be,
By Kayla Patterson8 years ago in Poets
If mom died Would you take him away from me? My little brother Ruin the life that my family has built after you abandoned us.
By Torri Zimmerman8 years ago in Poets
Machines, innovation, inventions American sensations The light bulb, Cars, computers. We’ll be America’s suitors. Assembly lines, mass production
By Jason Pitts8 years ago in Poets
Born, raised, fed, and dressed on DuPont’s dime. Walk the line. Wild and Wonderful. Montani semper lerberi. Montani semper fi
By Rachel Propst8 years ago in Poets
Dulcet midnight hoots are luringUltraprecise prey below the groundSaintly feathered queen onlyKills when it’s needed as she's
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
And we all said me too The scrape of resistance in our gut Coming up like too much to drink last night Thrashed our throats too raw
By Natalie Schaffer8 years ago in Poets
Consumer life, we got what you need Consumer mind, all you need is greed Consumer clock, there's no time for sleep Consumer highs, now you're six feet deep
By Karyn Zen8 years ago in Poets
The suicide of an ego. This is not a suicide note. I do not feel like harming myself or others. This is merely a collection of thoughts from a half tormented mind.
By Jeremey Prather8 years ago in Poets
