There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Let Me Paint Me A New Life If a picture paints so many words my picture would be my mistakes neglecting my health my diet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Let me scare you into belief - faith based on fear of the unknown, loyalty founded in lies. Let us lift our hands to an empty sky,
By Amanda Starksabout a year ago in Poets
We Count the Names, Not the Numbers (by Hammad Khan) They will say it was too complex. They will argue over maps. They will talk in past tense,
By hammad khanabout a year ago in Poets
Where Children Still Dream (by Hammad Khan) Somewhere in a city wrapped in dust, A little boy still traces stars with his finger.
Aanikobijigan – Ancestor = 7 generations – great grandparents and great grandchildren Our Great Grandparents thought about what they would need, and what their great grandchildren will need:
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t Chase, Build on Vocal I don’t chase not love, not friends not ghosts with half a promise grin I plant my feet, I build, I tend
In a town where silence is cheaper than the truth, people trade justice for chains and fancy bottles of youth. You can see the hungry lining up, all skinny and barely there,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
As I reach the realization that I need to commit to, "committing less" and again, as it turns out... my plate has never been more full‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Some people, all they know how to do is complain because of the lack of interaction. Instead, they act like others should read what they spent thirty minutes spinning out.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)about a year ago in Poets
Beyond Petroleum Beyond Patronising Deepwater Horizon Greenwashing Surprising? No. With PR men, Their bold words, dirtier hands
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Pride?... Sure... Let's call the disgust I experience when I look in the mirror, "pride." What my eyes see in that mirror is only the opposite of their lust,
