There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Every night's the same on the evening news. Humanity loses itself in hatred and so easily causes abuse. They'll come up with the most pathetic excuse.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
The creatures called men have usurped power for so long, Enraged when we demand equal treatment: are we wrong For pushing back against forced patriarchal subordination
By Raven Aurora9 years ago in Poets
There are many journeys, Short and small, Long and consuming, And some that only end, At the end. Traveling through time,
By Colin Hope9 years ago in Poets
A young star had grown to be one of the brightest in the sky. He was a happy star as he seen how the planets would come alive and dance when his light came every day.
By Keith Kennedy9 years ago in Poets
(Tune of 'SANTA BABY') Burka baby, just slit his throat while he sleeps, yes please, for me. He’s been an awful war lord, Burka Baby
By Mardi Coeur de Lion9 years ago in Poets
I’m so confused Who am I? My parents are from two different countries, races and religions and I was born in yet another country
When I'm a hundred and one I will still walk barefoot on sacred forest trails I will still howl with my wolven brothers under a canopy of stars
They say weed is a drug, But it makes me feel better. They say it shouldn’t be allowed, So I must suffer. They say it destroys your health,
By Karen Commane9 years ago in Poets
Two goldfish have spent their entire lives living in a tiny bucket, whose water had long lost the flavor of freshness. It donned a murky cloak of flatness to it now, still and lacking bubbles.
Lights dim on another perfect evening Seeing isn't supposed to be believing Everything is going to be fine The clouds will fade, the sun will start to shine
By Adèle Vickers9 years ago in Poets
When the winding sheet of history coils Stiffly around handrail and chimney stack, I’ll be reminded it’s no longer enough
By Daniel Wade9 years ago in Poets
I was born and raised in the haze they tend to proclaim the happiest nation of them all. Which should be reflected in my smile
By Cecilie Birkshøj9 years ago in Poets
