There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
After 10 years of smoking harsh tobacco leaves, I'm glad to see my dick still stands when I have to pee. I don't know why man would
By Dean Martin9 years ago in Poets
at the grocery store patience is a virtue 15 items or less I just needed water One family Three baskets full refugees or volunteers?
By L. E. King9 years ago in Poets
What do you stand for? Raise your voice and empower your opinions Or preside in the shadows and live by other's opinions You make choices far contradicting your will
By Leroy Mahagayu9 years ago in Poets
You must think like me If not, I must hate you. You must look like me If not, I must hate you. You must believe as I believe,
By Kelley Pace9 years ago in Poets
Streets of war You can drive your car down the street, in the slumbs of the city and see a war is brewing. you can see
Between his finger and his thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Not a Caldo Lance, a welding rod, A grinding tool or drill, but a pen rapping against the clipboard.
By Mark Williams9 years ago in Poets
I have a Voice! Freedom of expression - An Undeniable Choice They pulled me over Stole my ride Crushed it with ego pride
By jeff mothersill9 years ago in Poets
It’s all noise. A cacophony of opinions, rattling around in the sponge in your skull. If you allow it, the voices can thin your blood,
By Kourtney Risher9 years ago in Poets
Equality is for what I strive; Passion is with what I thrive. It simply takes drive; We just have to dive Into this ocean of lies
By Margaux McCarthy9 years ago in Poets
It can be disputed exactly how many versions of love there are according to greek myth and philosophy. But I know for a fact that no amount of eros, could have prevented the inevitable.This isn't a cryptic illicit attempt to debunk the defunct myths that are so often taken for truth.Consider this subliminal written graffiti that asks permission, not anothervandal with words trying to publiclymake sense of why "we didn't work out."1. According to an expert on love and relationships, I didn't recreatethe dysfunction of your childhood.I was too kind, and didn't make you sufferenough emotionally. Perhaps if I tormented you a bit more, I would have simulated the familiartoxicity. I your muse, and you a tormented soulattempting to break free from this so called love.2. This same relationship expert says that everyonehas their own version of neuroticism and it has to beclearly stated and embraced by both people. Clearly I am open about the fact that I believe the worldruns on love and other non-objective things; I iteratedmy crazy notions of how revolutionary love can be.I don't think it was an issue of compatibility of one another'sneuroses but the denial of yours' existence.
By Beth9 years ago in Poets
Sitting by the window is a blessing At least it is much less of a trauma. In one glance everything is still. At closer examination..
By Shayfe Shiphrah9 years ago in Poets
My will is primordial My being dates before time The world is mine I was born a giant Born to impose I'm impulsive and I can't be stopped.
By Duanyell Williams9 years ago in Poets
