There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
He Grew Weed in the Loo There once was a poet who lived down our street His habits were odd and his poems were sweet He cared for his garden, well, sort of, it’s true
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Running Away from the Bad Man I heard him first, before the dark had time to warn me, before my mind caught up with fear.
Can’t you see? Everything evolves— except the classroom. That old room where your soul gets locked in. The future flies,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
You would be wrong for thinking that I loved you, I never did; I was bonded by fear and silence, by your fists and your heartless words.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
With heavy heart, I have to say, aware people have no place in this temptation-driven chemical-choked world. Let me share,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
It starts slowly Your voice softens You speak less Join less Become less And they're fine If you spend a lot less time
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
So, what is a Thursday? The fourth day of a workweek hurrying to the weekend, but understanding that rushing this day makes it last longer and
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
I can't eat custard, When the world is crumbling. It's like daring to breathe - When someone is suffocating - The thickness just snags in my throat -
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
The neighbors Are called and gathered One sizes up the next Making note of any flaws More importantly What each does best
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Echo From The Mountaintops Echo from the mountaintops, where earth and heaven meet, lift your voice in quiet strength, let it rise on steady feet.
Twists and Turns I never asked for easy roads, or signposts pointing home, I walked where shadows split the light, and carved my path alone.
If they tell you what you are you cannot be anything else. Though you will try. Push through the resistance and pull in the truth.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
