There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Miss Enigmatic Who am I? Have you ever been drawn to the girl that is sweet Who’s elusive and angelic, enigmatic in her seat
The Spoils of War...
The spoils of war, Do you know what they are? I've seen them up close, Time and time before. Broken and battered,
Almost a year
Almost a year of the waves crashing, drowning and scratching. Bruising and breaking. The saltwater bringing tears during unexpected moments and for seemingly no reason but unable to stop, until the waves break...
Gone Too Far
Most of my poems are at least sort of abstract but this one is pretty direct. Gone Too Far It drives me crazy It makes me sad
There he stood, looking tall and mighty, Everything about him screamed "perfect", From his shoes' exquisite polish, To the desirable wealth that his tie would reflect,
A note to the girls who are drinking that dumb b- juice.
Listen up ya bunch of fucking idiots. I am you. From the future. STOP IT. Seriously, stop giving attention to guys that ignore you for days,
A person lies dead not knowing the Lord They've never been told or even explored Our shame and our sin should not be ignored
Grand Gray Illness
I lay in my white room. White walls - Barren. My longing for silence is met with the noise of a washing machine probably on its spin cycle in the next room.
Cavemen on Mars
He’ll tell you how he built the world, But not what he did he do with all the calluses. Free on the moon, stuck in molasses
Burn baby, burn
The American dream crashing, burning. We accept reality so readily we no longer dream of big shiny smiles, flying cars and the ecstasy of a new love – we pray no one dies today we pray nothing burns today.
Quiero devuelta mi color café El color de mi ser El color de mi familia Para poder saber El sabor de nuestra comida
My life is just one big drunken mistake. Intoxicated by television screens, propaganda machines. Instant microwaveable meals. Health junk,