There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Transitioning has shown me who people really are. It has shown me how awful people are to people they don't know but are different from them.
By Aiden Gallagher8 years ago in Poets
the sidewalk is littered with instruments. they gather together. the trumpets, loud and brash, pronounce their feelings
By A.E. McAlister8 years ago in Poets
The lucky country, or so we have believed, between you and I, my friend, we have been greatly deceived, No judgement, they tell us,
By L.M Stone8 years ago in Poets
Zero, One, Zero, One, Zero, One, Zero Seems to repeat over and over in my head My heart pounding like a drum during a war
By CJ Vondal8 years ago in Poets
I sit down in the kitchen on a chopped down bar stool, that my father favors of an evening, to consume his 10 pm ritual of cheese and crackers.
By Demelza Watts8 years ago in Poets
So, you want to be a millennial? A bipolar bi-centennial? Burdened by crippling debt But yolo no regret Trying a whole world of drugs
By Danny Kane8 years ago in Poets
Now tell me how you feel? Are you confident? are you in fear? Of life, or the ultimate untold? “I’m unafraid, I do not fret. Nothing in this world can be of threat”
By Mo Darasi8 years ago in Poets
I am awash with black and blue A sea of something new To me a foreign territory I will never know People so sharp and shiny they glow
By Natalie Schaffer8 years ago in Poets
There once was a mathematician, Who was certainly no magician! She sat on her chair, With her grey balding hair, Teaching us was her only mission.
By Hannah Xx8 years ago in Poets
You know what sucks about society is that it's a bitch, it tells you thing and then does another definitely a definition of a hypocrite,
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
We are Trembling limbs, slaves to the hands that use the whip. The hands that sketch what mouth would fear to own. And the mouths invited to thorns and crumbs.
By Ifeoluwa Adeyemi8 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, Time was once upon a tree. The branches held it firmly; So it moved very slowly. Once upon a time, The clock joined its two hands;
