There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The sky leaks twilight tears, as the earth crumbles backwards to old times and old fears. Life's balloon deflated, losing air,
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
This one is for my brothers. My siblings that are Kings. This world could be ours. What better dominion for a king. True patriarchs from where the world’s family started.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
My bones are weary My brain yearns For sleep but alas I sit alone and ponder The moments of my day The conversations Words spoken
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
Queen. Diamond blooded you come from a family of royalty. You carry genes that royally gave birth to a royal me. There ain’t another like you. We know you’ll always be that woman.
The winding, the binding, the blinding, the sounding of all Hell's pain all Hell's pain All hell's pain as the life of strife is held down by a knife to the throat
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
‘’Hell is Empty and All the Devils Are Here.’’ (William Shakespeare, The Tempest) ‘Learn from history,’ they say. ‘Don’t repeat the same horrors as our forebears,’ they say.
By Deborah Robinson2 years ago in Poets
The Inheritance of Unlived Dreams She walked in footsteps not her own, a path her mother once was shown. Not by love, nor by design,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
“L’ état, c’est moi,” said Louis Fourteenth The king of France and Navarre La grâce de Dieu, he thought of that too And ruled with an absolute power.
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Poets
Whoever begins by being a dupe ends by becoming a scoundrel. —Voltaire ____________________________________________________
By William Alfred2 years ago in Poets
You kept putting me in the same position Got me through Spinning me around like a cycle Orbiting like Saturn circulating the blazin' Sun
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in Poets
I got veins, To inquire from waves, This conversation with Tsunami tides, Keeps me consciously unconscious, *********************************
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Love is not reckless, it does not forget, The ones left behind, the ones in regret. It walks with the weary, it kneels with the poor,
By William Henry2 years ago in Poets
