There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I drink Italian coffee in bed via French Press, I daydream of an Irish Guinness later to unwind and de-stress. I sit on German engineering and I lie in Swedish sheets,
By Mofuth Yomu8 years ago in Poets
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a friend. That's just the way it is, and always has been, from the very beginning and to the very end.
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
How can we say we live in a world of equality? When our basic needs and more are being attended to, but there are children around the world who are living in poverty?
By Who Am I?8 years ago in Poets
It seems that times are changing, I'm told keep walking on, Life doesn't wait for us and the good old days are gone. Reminiscing happy memories, remembering where I've been,
By Kelly Louise8 years ago in Poets
The sound of their screams echoes across centuries The blood-soaked grounds bleed the blood of our relatives The voices of our ancestors vanquished in time, forgotten in history
By Tiffany Orton8 years ago in Poets
** Windows 95 starting...** Loaded, ready to go Firewall active, but the systems still slow?! Click, click...Delete, delete...
By Bryttany Mack8 years ago in Poets
If someone's already down,Bleeding out on the ground,You don't land the final blow.You leave them alone. Landing that final blow,When they can't even protect themselves?That's cowardly.You.You're cowardly.
By Aneta Zygmunt8 years ago in Poets
You come at me strong; some force to be reckoned with, knocking me down flat in the blink of an eye — taken from one stance to none.
By D B8 years ago in Poets
OPPRESSION . RECESSION. DEPRESSION. BLACK SKIN MAKES YOU LESS THAN LESS THAN. REPARATIONS. A GROTESQUE SITUATION. WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY ON THEIR BACKS
By Brenée Carey8 years ago in Poets
This realization is seen as unwise and untimely with election season upon us. But don't we deserve someone at least a little poised and righteous?
By Briana Aeschliman8 years ago in Poets
I have foreseen a future... A future without money, without want or need. A future where hope is a word rarely spoken except to honor the path in which we've arrived.
By Joshua Vietri8 years ago in Poets
I've hated all my jobs. But they're something to fill my time so I can fill their pockets and fill myself with cheap food and nights in. I'm here with my scraps trying to piece together my sanity so I can find something resembling happiness. Taping together the things I've collected so I can trick myself into thinking I still have purpose. What is my purpose now? Now that I've hit this wall and the notes aren't flowing and I feel like the truest and deepest love I've ever felt is being stripped from me and replaced over and over with fake smiles and empty "how are you today"s, only to be met by grumps and growls from mouths who followed the paved path and still seem to be as unhappy as I am as I stand behind the counter on my pile of rubble that I've been trying to clear away so I can stand alongside them...on a clear road leading to the same place all roads end.
By Hannah8 years ago in Poets
