There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
People don’t mistakenly forget me My overwhelming story and personality Doesn't slip from their functioning mental faculties
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
I have seen the face of man, Not the outer flesh but the lurking stain— A mask so proud, it veils the shame, A crown of thorns worn in disdain.
I have a dream, Not the kind that fades at dawn, But one that blazes in the soul Like a star that keeps the night warm. It sings in silence,
In emerald veils and ruby flame, Above the clouds, the Quetzal came— A sovereign bird in sacred flight, Cloaked in dawn’s transcendent light.
Soot-laced hands, still shaking offered loaves of bread with fists closed, unexpectant. worn shoes crunched the fragments of stained glass
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
This is my Independence Day. In with the heat and out with the cool. Like every summer beginning it means the end of school.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Alone doesn’t always mean lonely, but sometimes it feels worse. Beneath the smile, there are bruises no one sees. Choosing peace often looks like silence—but it costs me pieces.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
If you are a believer, you have your reasons. Most likely, you learned from your family. The world is full of griefs, often hard to make sense of,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
after a long in-between, a need comes to your mind you want something, so here you come after the long in-betweens, maybe a call
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
