There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Jesus would smack the living shit out of you... Clean out your temples and knock your tables over, too. Have you even read the goddamn book?
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Poets
"Oh, look! We made a mistake and cut Ebola funding. But nothing to worry about: we replaced it right away." Two problems with that. First, it's Ebola, you blockhead.
By William Alfred2 years ago in Poets
All characters are fictional. This is a fictional story video. I am concerned about high rents and the elderly losing their benefits in this dystopian nightmare. I am seventy-five.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
reduce me to the smallest parts of myself cut down to size by your silver tongue. reuse whatever’s left for your own benefit.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Has a grudge against white clothes -Almost impossible to wash out Kids dare each other to eat chunks of it Some do it without
By BBW2 years ago in Poets
You say you see only light. So why is your vision so heartlessly black? You tell me your ears hear only truth. Yet, you are deaf to the cries of the needy.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird Watch me front crawl through my cranium! Ladybird Ladybird Ladybird My epidermis so purpureous
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
I lost four co-workers the other day Distant voices from the computer Phantoms I’ll never get to know I wait for the chainsaws next bloody cut
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
The stars do not speak, yet they tell a tale, Of lovers who dream and sailors who sail. The moon hums softly, a lullaby bright,
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran2 years ago in Poets
His old leather bible has a tear in the cover and wrinkles and scratches like his weathered hands and I wonder how much
Really look around. Its enough to make you retch. Scorching stupids stomping their own feet into mash, the worst of the worst transgressing
