There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
As I stand—accused and adored, derided and divine— I command the stage I built for my own becoming, and direct the best I have to give—
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Dear Americans, America is hurting—not because we disagree, but because we've forgotten how to listen. On the left: Dichotomous Thinking—black-and-white, all-or-nothing judgments that divide us.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
For all he did to me, He got to walk in the sun, While I walked for years in the dark; How is that justice? A lie bathed in the light,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
You're so pretty. Why? Is it because my last meal didn't have any gluten? Or because "carb" is a four-letter word I haven't heard in years?
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The spiraling, circling spines curling in on itself in reflection of hostile company, cruel world, near taking away operculum’s necessity.
By Chaia Levi2 years ago in Poets
Surrounded yet alone Deafening talk all around None directed at me I wait, feeling tense, unsafe Questioning if I am wanted
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Here's something that gives me the shits: The way they say it to us, like this "One of three of you must resign to your fate"
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Blood is thicker than water And friends made to last Seeping through the cracks to Our stats. We see you There In the etch
By River and Celia in Underland2 years ago in Poets
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 years ago in Poets
A nonet poem for Ellie Hoovs challenge: People said I was crazy as hell To infect people with disease Mad, bad, and unethical
By Calvin London2 years ago in Poets
I breathe in a sigh and an eighth Of air no longer welcome in their lungs. The declarations of the state of the past 'These people are the people who will suffer for our fun.'
Boiling blood paces the floor of injustice Justice can’t dawdle forever. How on earth have you captured the role of vice president?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
