There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Freedom to be free of domination and discrimination Freedom to choose my own education without limitations Free to love and live how I desire
By Runaway Slave8 years ago in Poets
In the court where the word is the law, Where words are the end, all and all, Times are changing and words are too In the court where the word is the law.
By TheWeirdPoet8 years ago in Poets
“What I wished I believed” I wished I believed in aiding people that didn't look like me. I wished that I believed that we were all created in a burning ball of hot lava that randomly arose out the atmosphere and created man.
By Jordyn Grant8 years ago in Poets
these obligations and tasks, growing, need to be organised, and controlling, fool yourself, into the outcome, knowing, but you can’t predict, way the wind's blowing,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
It's so easy to write down Every bad word you've said to me Light it on fire Just to watch it burn That's how weak your words are now
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Unapologetically In Love with a Martyr. I am in love with a man. A man whose blood runs thick and deep A man whose hair coils like antennas that soar to the sun.
Others feel the way that you do Read a little more, I'll prove that it's true Fighting, screaming, beatings and more Put downs and name callings, you are a whore
By Misty Frith8 years ago in Poets
Abbreviated state of inebriation Extended period of infatuation Take a second, assess the situation Living in a society of emotional inflation
By Tristan Reaves8 years ago in Poets
Poverty Poverty has taken my Life from me The dreams that Had me enraptured for ages The dreams that kept me going, a family, a home
By jessica young8 years ago in Poets
I feel like we need this. A boisterous voice spreading songs of unconditional love across different shades of skin and seas,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
In the dive bars with the Juliets and clear glass apple shaped hearts, They all seem the same and start to rot from with out side in.
By Jake William8 years ago in Poets
it seems I’m a man, out of time, in my thinking, and my style, learned to endure it, with a smile, following courting rules of old,
