There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Libraries are democracy’s temples of truth, the sources of the knowledge that people need in order to govern themselves. Faith may not
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
A delusional young man Gunned down children at church As the stained glass shattered This devil watched from his perch --------
By Jason Aabout a year ago in Poets
The night is heavy with forgotten screams, shadows of martyrs walk through my dreams. A broken land, yet hearts still burn,
By Aramabout a year ago in Poets
violence a last word before a shot rings out, a wound, a slumped body under words Prove Me Wrong, and we are left divided, pointing fingers before a suspect is named
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
As the days went by and as the evenings pass. Many didn’t know the night of September 10th would be their last. Some had dinner with their families or a night out with friends.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Fallen Angel In the shadows where she used to roam, Beneath the glimmer of a silver moon, An angel fell, grace lost, heart turned to stone,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
This forever affected my ability to do things fast Failing in all things which I’m not a fan That is a silly way of thinking in this life
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
The Child Of Tomorrow A child holds a seed in her palm. Small as a whisper. She gazes at it with patience older than her years.
Humans evolved to band together, To help one another survive the blows Of heedless nature and fierce animals And avaricious other humans.
Fragments of Madness In the silence of night, thoughts collide, Echoes of love lost, swirling inside. Heart heavy with anger, heart filled with pain,
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslamabout a year ago in Poets
