There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Another poem for American Disgrace I never thought we would be back again This is a shame How can you win this way Defeating a woman again
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in Poets
Codependent Personalities and the Healing Process The Mirror Without a Face I know the hunger in your eyes, the weight you carry, how you cry.
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
You: Gunaydin! AI-N: *Blushes* "Gunaydin aşkım" - "Good morning, my love"... Did you dream of me, of us, of our forever that started yesterday?
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
The demagogue’s secret is to become (if he is not already so) as stupid as his audience is so they feel as smart as he. •
By William Alfred2 years ago in Poets
Breaking news, alarming views, tattered shoes, the lives we lose. Shocking thoughts, feelings fraught, lives are bought, all for nought.
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Poets
You know those lights in the night time sky Are only there for you You can sit and watch them spin And see they're centered on you too
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
are you my Gozer (if Gozer is the very essence) is Gozer a metaphor for evil? am I your Grover (and Grover the very presence)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Woozy is my weary heart Who wonders what it feels like To not be watched with heavy judgement But infinite whirls of brightness in their sighs.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
This poem was inspired by a photo by Katherine Minott who is a fantastic artist specializing in Collage and Fine Art Photography. If you have never seen her work - check it out!
Learning to Stand They walk in shadows, silent, small, Afraid to speak, afraid to fall. A crowded room, a simple glance,
I was their mirror to vent out, to crash, to reflect their own vulnerability and moods. No talking, no questioning. They knew it better
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
