There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I hate money Or rather I hate that people are forced To go without While the rich have more Than they could ever need
By A. R. Ambrosi9 years ago in Poets
The land of the free And the home of the brave I used to be able to believe But with the innocent incarcerated And the little guy criticized
By Liz Shannon9 years ago in Poets
War Instead of being United We stand Divided Instead of being Sturdy We stand Flimsy The opposition stands lateral Our ancillary are aimed at each other
By Benita McGlynn9 years ago in Poets
How? How did we get here? How did we get to where we are today? How did we come to the conclusion that starvation results in beauty
By Jessica Jones9 years ago in Poets
Well this is Fucking ridiculous That you waste my time calling me to the office To say my legs are on display And that I look so like a prostitute in seventh grade
By Monika Olesen9 years ago in Poets
Wisdom rustles through the trees …somewhere in the distance The truth is lost in the shuffled deck …if alternative facts
By STACEY PATTERSON9 years ago in Poets
When ribs and collarbones press through skin on an animals frame We are enraged and point fingers finding who to blame But when a woman walks by with the same
My country is dying Drowning in the blood of the poor My country is dying Under the pretenses of a cure The children of my people are starving in a corner
By Angelika Arroyo9 years ago in Poets
What if this world was like Inception What if you could go to sleep and dream forever WOULD YOU DO IT? What if you can create your own world your way
By Coralie Neal9 years ago in Poets
Cheshire: Have you ever watched someone smile? Have you ever watched the corners of their mouths turn up, in slow motion, as though they're ships being pulled to shore by slaves in Paris?
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Poets
Women are the weaker sex So it is not true that We are more than the curves of our bodies; Our confidence is fuelled by catcalls
By Jessica Watters9 years ago in Poets
"Every day we wake up with regret, all we want to do is forget. It’s not just hitting and punching, it’s the words you say that make us want to fade away."
By Rich Monetti9 years ago in Poets
