There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Lonely King They wanted what he carried, not the man beneath the crown. His name, his reach, the castle walls, the gold piled up, the power around.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Never Slept He came when all the clocks were wrong the wind stood still, the night too long his coat was wet with nothing near
These burdens weigh me down, steal the air as it bubbles out of my lungs, but I gather them up, from person to person to person
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
It's the summer of '09 And we're feelin' fine Nothin' like hangin' In the middle of the night The fire's lit and the skies all right
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
I love nature — it’s my happy place. I go to it to diminish my stress. I don’t run to it, to have fun; I go to learn about flora, fauna,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I know you. I know that crumbling corner of a smile. The fleeting, empty nicety. Your grief is too heavy for the smile to hold.
By Meagan Dionabout a year ago in Poets
The world has not meant for me since birth. I could only wish people can know me more with judging or rejecting me- If I’m relatable, they can only see me as an alien…
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Turn on the television. See in the news My Brown brothers and sisters are singing the blues. California smoke and flames has a story to tell.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
to all the fried fish, and the fresh ones. to the ones who take the bait. to the hooks, lines, and sinkers taken to the pain.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
There are no kings and I will not feed this madness With ill will, contempt, and the scraps of hatred That's left in the rotten wood beams of my soul
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Have you heard the rumors have you seen the signs The clouds hide an intruder lurking high up in the sky Are they spying or returning
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I can’t take it anymore.. and yet, I do. Still breathing through bruised hours, still rising like a prayer too tired to touch the sky.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
