There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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
By Monika Olesen8 years ago in Poets
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 Arroyo8 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 Neal8 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 Meier8 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 Watters8 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 Monetti8 years ago in Poets
Her lips are chapped Cracked and dry From the constant abuse She puts herself through She licks them, only making it worse
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
An emotion that I know everything about while knowing nothing at all. All the love that I have ever given has been completely and irrevocably unreciprocated. I've loved both men, women, and everyone in and out of that spectrum.
By Z Peterson8 years ago in Poets
A queen born in the wrong era Where her intelligence is her crown She holds her head up high As society tries to bring her down
By Autumn Velez8 years ago in Poets
After years and years Of being subjected to abuse I've finally learned to see Who I really am This is my self portrait In the form of words
This lost generation of mine Is a lost one indeed We all speak of the future But few of us follow the steps to succeed
For the third time tonight alone She lets out an annoyed And exasperated sigh Yes, I'm a girl She says again For the perhaps millionth time
