There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Welcome to the Family, we will set around the fire. I will tell you a story, I am here to inspire. The Guitar strums, this acid will help you Succumb.
By Shellbell kuhn8 years ago in Poets
I'm sick! From cruelty to innocent souls, From outrage and ego, which only ruins. I'm tired of watching them kill, And without paying to go!
By Arzun Nasufova8 years ago in Poets
Life is precious Every baby born a miracle Every death a tragedy Then why do we treat it with carelessness We spit on its ideas
By Keira Elmer8 years ago in Poets
New jackals Romp and tear the global flesh Peer down the sight line An agenda mowing over the innocent While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries
By Broke Poet8 years ago in Poets
A dialogue poem I wrote in junior year of college. Warning: Language Domestic Bliss A husband and wife sit at the dinner table,
By Candice Johnson8 years ago in Poets
G a y Three letter word; So fitting and broad. Dogmatic in its arches— Sitting in the distance of the man; who wears his hat;
By Malika Young8 years ago in Poets
we are white we are broken we are blind we are ignorant willfully ignorant we are murderers we are terrorists we are not *all* bad
By Victoria Benson-Lohr8 years ago in Poets
Humans are burdened with compunction At each and every other junction For, with their marvellous brains Come equally marvellous Chains
By Siying Ho8 years ago in Poets
That flinch you see when you raise your voice, you’re not imagining it, it is a scar of the past, a fingerprint pressed into the soft wax heart of a child,
By Amanda Frazier8 years ago in Poets
No one is truly here to wipe away your starlight tears, For that is not their purpose. No one is truly here to watch you for all these tiresome years,
By Jennay Hayden8 years ago in Poets
Waking up is supposed to be a gift, One of those miracles, However, I dread waking up, Living the day to day, What anxiety gets brought up this time,
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
Am I at odds to all my peers who stay Out late, resisting the daily-drone of Toil, tasks, and tedium, in favour of A single, solitary moment of infinity –
By Chris Jones8 years ago in Poets
