There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
A Different Kind of War We speak of wars, Conflicts And fears. With each other. But what happens When the conflict is
By Charlotte Novak8 years ago in Poets
Thank you, Donald Trump. had it not been for men like you, women like me wouldn’t have felt the fire in their throat and water in their lungs.
By hannah irelan8 years ago in Poets
This scholar of night created chords of a symphony a grinding curiosity appetite to quench, higher reality to see swelling planets under colliding stars swinging, squishing, and expanding
By bethany alice8 years ago in Poets
Weakened frames moving with tilts On bruised and battered stems Waiting for a breath and sunshine, Stuck within confines of hours and ticks
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
I will not be told how to live my life. I will live with the humanity for others. Equality is the goal of this compromised society.
By EK Harmann8 years ago in Poets
But wait, there's more! What if we didn't only claim terror when it came from overseas?I claim terror 1921 when they burned down Black Wall Street.Spare No Church, Spare No School,Leave the bodies for all to see.
By D.C Memoir8 years ago in Poets
my genes were not my choice my eye color was not my choice my height was not my choice MY SKIN WAS NOT MY CHOICE so why do you discriminate me for
By Sohini Moravineni8 years ago in Poets
You stare at my lips, my hips, my ass; Now tell me dear do you have no class. No respect towards the female body; Or do you just want to see me bent over in doggy.
By Cortlynn Shull8 years ago in Poets
What is your first thought when you catch someone staring at you? Do you coil back into yourself, like a snake that is too afraid to show his face?
By Chelsea Winona8 years ago in Poets
What is wrong with our world, That a little girl has to come home crying after a boy calls her ugly? What is wrong with our world,
By Elizabeth Edmundson8 years ago in Poets
The Earth that we live on is crumbling down people are crying and people are dying we can’t even go to school without it getting shot down
By Taylor Webb8 years ago in Poets
People kill themselves everyday but it never hit me that- these people are brothers and daughters and my friends until today.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
