There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Congratulations Camouflage 👥👥👥👥👥 You’re the words They hide amongst 👥👥👥👥👥👥 Evil’s hunted While strolling lonely
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
What people build they wish to keep, Planting settler foundations running deep, So young Billy can watch with pride, As he lights the bonfire of “kulture” inside.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
That's what these bitches DO Smack them gums, talk shit Mind business that's not their own Maybe GET business Maybe SHUT those gums
By Rickey Goins about a year ago in Poets
All the signs were there... and as clear as day. The red in her eyes were red flags and tear‐stained cheeks couldn't possibly speak louder‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
The second day that we begin to understand and utilize the education that we supply to our jobs and professions that determine our worth and to make
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Like a sajjāda— It lays on top of the rubble Perfectly still, Facing the west, Or east. Who can tell? Untouched but for
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
. i have done been part of suffered fought and somehow still survived. some incredible things some unbelievable things
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
My family spends their leisure hiding behind digital screens. It’s annoying and trigger, I need inspiration, turn to nature.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I didn't grow up playing Pulitzer pretend, in necklaces dripping with silver spoons, and mirrors that always demanded "just so",
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
I stand for the Constitution, not the Flag. Fuck your shallow patriotism - pretending to be more than brave. Hiding behind jingoistic cotton and polyester taunting,
By Meko James about a year ago in Poets
The Bagpipes Play A Sad Tune The bagpipes play a sad sad tune it cuts the air at break of noon a voice of hills, of fields long bare
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
