There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Devils Poet The poem sat breathing on the desk its letters swelled with blood a red rose dripped across the page its roots drank smoke and mud
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
We are out here chasing the dream What dream you ask the American dream But not everything we see is what is seems Especially for those who look like me
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
There used to be people to help. They were squeezed out of business. It’s funny when people you hate have to suffer your mindless ridicule.
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
The Dress of Living Light She walks where shadows linger long yet every step becomes a song her gown a blaze of petal flame
What is the point of cursing the world and the people in it? Surely it’s the sound Of a soul writhing in anguish. ____________________________________________________
I was Shoddily constructed Paper board Glue · · ─ ·🎸· ─ · · Latex strings All separately collected Squirreled away In a jar
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Comfy life, one Army brat Gone forever, just like that I will miss the “melting pot” Giving way to *Ellicott All the former things I knew
By Earl W. Pearlabout a year ago in Poets
Family has many fonts Filling the pages of my autobiography And it spells itself anew each time. F, for the forging Where it all began and
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
...and yet why do i keep clicking the button and dive into the rabbit hole that is humanity turning into animals no worse than animals
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
He hates when I write about him It infringes on his privacy But I can’t help it if he’s my muse Or if our conversation inspires me
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
