There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
In all our lives we most likely all have been a subject of hatred and/or bullying. I hate feeling this way, doubting myself, but as I grew up,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
I find myself envisioning the faded evening where an old man, who most likely speaks no English, sticks his hand into the mill
By Madison García8 years ago in Poets
I grew up with "treat people with RESPECT" or the famous "do unto others, as you want them to do unto you", THE GOLDEN RULE.
Hispanic, Asian, White, Black, or Native American. Post- Office worker, Journalist, Saint, Doctor, or Fast- food worker.
By Victoria Ward8 years ago in Poets
We all fake it, Why not own it? Fake it girls, be the bitch Be the vengeance that burns in you, But don't under any circumstances show them who you really are.
By Mack8 years ago in Poets
What am I even doing with my life? Most people ask themselves the same question. But I won't resort to the thought of a knife.
By S.G. Hill8 years ago in Poets
This world is too little for me. Too little for my love. Too little for my thought. Too little for care. Too little for my renaissance.
Varying shapes and colors/ some unassuming, others an obvious sight to the blind eye. (A splash of white powder across the bathroom tile; a rainbow of capisules strewn across the dining room table)
By Jasmine Fortier8 years ago in Poets
America has declared war on me. I ain't even do nothin, just a 20 year old black kid in school tryna get his degree. So let me know what you peep when you see me walking down your street.
By David Goolsby8 years ago in Poets
Hello there Do you care How others fare If so, you’re rare People often glare If you have a dramatic flare They growl like a bear
By Irene Proudman8 years ago in Poets
I'm sitting here with a mouth full of the last piece of pizza I'll wash it down while I begin to drown in the milkshake I got
By Thomas8 years ago in Poets
We are mammals. Purely animals. We eat like them, we hunt like them, we act like them. When we're angry we attack. When we're in love we react. When we're upset, we cry.
By Eldie Rose8 years ago in Poets
