There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Fights They Never Chose They carried weight too heavy for their years, Small hands that held a war they could not name, Their cries unanswered, washed away by tears,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
From dust, a whisper, not a shout, A form unfurled, a reaching out. No sudden birth of perfect grace, But slow ascent in time and space.
By Xavier2 years ago in Poets
Hey, Vocal Sit down, let's have a chat I know my problems aren’t local And I don’t want to seem like a brat But this constant verifying I’m human
By Mother Combs (Sharon)2 years ago in Poets
Dedicated to 45 and 47, the felon with 34 criminal convictions He strides across the planks of history He never sleeps And, when he smiles, his face contorts
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
when a dip becomes a deep well that you can't even climb out to the bright light of the living world of the people who love and need
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Can it be helped?... Can I be helped?... or, will I be left?... fleeing from myself, all my unwanted thoughts, dangerous wishes and fatal wants‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
If I was a famous author I wouldn't have to live life pleasing others If I was a famous author I would change the world with love
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Dear Stigma, if you read this— I am too easily forgotten… I am unseen, and I am unheard, in this society for many reasons..
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Love’s Unanswered Knocks She reached with hands like wilted petals, soft as dawn, fragile, pleading— but love was wind, a thing that passed,
Get in shape. love your as-is body. -----FAT! men should be taught to behave. don't dress naughty. -----SLUT! cover your greys.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I know, that no... I can't fall in love and I better not fall in lust - I've never had any kind of luck, really... and I'm all out of trust, so...
Molded by random words, me and my posture undisclosed. Moving through the streets, waving in between. Throwing stones off my head and chest,
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
