There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
By Doreen Simpson7 years ago in Poets
I don't want to be normal!! I like being the way I am!!!! I don't hate on people by the way they look or what they do!
By Therese Solow7 years ago in Poets
What truly makes a nation great? Is it our military? Is it our ruling party? No it is our nation’s people Their color of character, of course
By Myles D. Goethe7 years ago in Poets
A careless word and she turns away, running and in tears He didn’t mean the things he said, he is scared, so full of fears
By David Aleman7 years ago in Poets
I can tell how old the child is by the buttons on his coat The more he has done up than the older he is He stands there holding the brus,h red eyes burning in the wind
Becky's bright boy Billy went away to war. He left willingly, didn't ask what for. Told to look for weapons. Told to set people free.
By T.A. Phillips7 years ago in Poets
Some days I believe in God... other days I forget how to pray some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
By Winnie Rugamba7 years ago in Poets
I don’t have a name I have a number Will my kids ever call me Dad? Will I know when they call me? Do they know I’m not that bad?
“Run for Gawd sake Run!” laughing as they flee Running from the Copper’s or no longer to be free Petty crimes and petty dreams of how to make it rich
twenty-five years ago when I was a kid you scared me to death I thought you were a witch dyed jet black hair pale white skin
By Lon Casler Bixby7 years ago in Poets
I saw the Devil and the Lord talking as if they were best of friends The Devil said to the Mighty one “Let’s bring this to an end“
I am, without doubt, a rare breed My soul deviated when he shot his seed Twisted, depraved, and deranged I should've been
By Jennifer Kelly7 years ago in Poets