There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Forgive me Father, For everyone tells me That I have sinned My mind takes me places Places everyone has visited before
By Jessica Karnes8 years ago in Poets
Why is it so susceptible to understand that because I am a woman I cannot stand? That because I am a woman my thoughts are tainted
By Eliza Sarazua8 years ago in Poets
I MASTURBATE every day, in fact, I MASTURBATE daily. I MASTURBATE to lose weight and I MASTURBATE to improve my appetite. I MASTURBATE before breakfast and I MASTURBATE after lunch.
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
As I Look Around. As I look around through my ageing eyes. There is very little these days that takes me by surprise.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
chemicals and hormones are off in my head they whisper and cry “you’re better off dead.” but no, I’m not special, I’m not one of few cases
By Anya B8 years ago in Poets
They create a silence away from the noisy world. Isolating the disruptive noises and sounds that affect you in one way or another.
By Denisse Lizeth8 years ago in Poets
Through rose colored lenses, You see a world you wish existed. It’s more than you imagined, Careless and listless you float...
By Arionna Barrios8 years ago in Poets
It’s called Post Traumatic Stress disorder Makes the sameness the same. Or different, or something else The cold glass of water
By Shannon Butler8 years ago in Poets
I wish feelings were a faucet So I could turn them off I’d rinse the warmth with cold And freeze the negative thoughts. I wish love was a faucet
By Shatarra Rosshelle8 years ago in Poets
Too often we wake up to this tragic news. A young woman left on the side of the road battered Her killer might swear she asked for it even if she didn’t choose.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Too often we wake up to this tragic news. A young man shot twice, maybe three times. His killer might swear he paid his dues.
Cracked Stone step-loose with cracking face she watched clouds, trying to defend her imagination they quickly found grey and white in disguise
By terry simmons8 years ago in Poets
