There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
One Stone Down in 2 weeks One stone down and I’m not done I’ve only just begun to run from every scare that dared to warn
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Moon in LeoStage Presence Roar of the Lion Presence of Leo Level of interest No, it’s not zero Shinning like stars Glow of the moon
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
Once again, I watched the news, crying for the people, their families and the innocent getting arrested and disappearing in ICE custody.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Tried to Be a Thug I wore the hood, I played it mean kept one eye sharp, the other lean I walked like I could take a swing
The Sun Has Changed Its Mind The sun has changed its mind, I swear it used to kiss, now it devours heat in the bones by eight a.m.
I Was Born to Be Me, And Free I was, I was born to be me not shaped by your hands not bent at the knee I was, I was born to be free
From inside tortured gut. Taut and pressed, rebut. Time passes time passes time passes time passes time passes time passes time passes
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I just need a rest. Don't think too badly that I'm not here. I'm trying my best. There's nothing wrong and nothing to fear.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
A piercing, shrill cry The wings beat firmly against the wind The beak, curved and sharp Pierces the prey with intensity.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
I have read somewhere, you may have many problems, but when health falters, you have only one problem. That’s right. Living in a sick body
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
If you don’t know— I am a biology researcher. Not in an active career, amidst childcare, still a researcher. Above you see,
I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, rather a hammer on my tongue, the iron and wood of it mimicking my bones. Only use it for good, they said.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets