There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Fallen, fallen! The glorious dream! The land of liberty, fallen. Fallen in love with liberty. Fallen, America, fallen. Rising, rising! Like the Phoenix, rising,
By Jim Byron9 years ago in Poets
Part of me just wants to die. I take a breath, breathe in and sigh. I put the gun up to my head, and as I do I feel tears shed.
By Tori M9 years ago in Poets
Brown skin Melanin rich Cocoa dipped lady Beauty richer than the Ivory Coast With a mind wiser Than the graceful giants whom walk the motherland
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
Yikes! I need to sleep. The train leaves early tomorrow. I haven't even packed! Goodnight Phone. The alarm's gone off.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Poets
When I write about this or want to write about it, I don’t always know how to put it into words. So writing this poem is a start.
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
After 10 years of smoking harsh tobacco leaves, I'm glad to see my dick still stands when I have to pee. I don't know why man would
By Dean Martin9 years ago in Poets
at the grocery store patience is a virtue 15 items or less I just needed water One family Three baskets full refugees or volunteers?
By L. E. King9 years ago in Poets
What do you stand for? Raise your voice and empower your opinions Or preside in the shadows and live by other's opinions You make choices far contradicting your will
By Leroy Mahagayu9 years ago in Poets
You must think like me If not, I must hate you. You must look like me If not, I must hate you. You must believe as I believe,
By Kelley Pace9 years ago in Poets
Streets of war You can drive your car down the street, in the slumbs of the city and see a war is brewing. you can see
Between his finger and his thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Not a Caldo Lance, a welding rod, A grinding tool or drill, but a pen rapping against the clipboard.
By Mark Williams9 years ago in Poets
I have a Voice! Freedom of expression - An Undeniable Choice They pulled me over Stole my ride Crushed it with ego pride
By jeff mothersill9 years ago in Poets
