There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
At first taste, you might tend to recoil in repugnance. Wincing and gagging at the bitter flavor. Spitting out the acerbic mouthful like stagnant, cloudy water that was pooling in the sun.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him She gave her life to him her days her nights her years she carried his weight she held his silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I’ve been complacent all my life. I let them deport the immigrants , Simply seeking refuge and the American dream. Who needs due process?
By Nick Queenabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting In The Apple Tree Sitting in the apple tree Branches warm beneath my hands The sun spills soft through leaves I watch the world move below
I guess i’m just being silly With the way i am thinking at times I laugh I cry I get mad I am sometimes happy What makes me smile for real
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
I don't know where I fit I don't know where I fit... In this puzzle called politics, I'm a piece not yet placed, Somewhere lost in the middle.
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets
I feel nothing but complete utter rage Why do i feel that way because of the world today No signs of peace but war pain and hate
I write a lot, on topics of broad interest, but 'health' is my muse. I talk, observe, read, research, and dream of it. Two decades of knowledge,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
This is a message to all the scumbags of the earth To all the people who treat other people like dirt: I wish ya well, ya nasty cunts
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Piles of refuse, block after block, homes and their contents, pushed to the curb, still wet from the driving rain. • And on one of the piles a butterfly flaps
By William Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
The greyhound who would not race They lined him up, all sleek and thin muscles coiled, ready to spin the whistle blew, they all shot fast
There's a crack in the world, A rift in the valley, And we’re all going down. Ain’t no place to turn, Ain’t no place to hide,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
