There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
We went down the pit when I was a lad, We set off in't morning with brother Jack and dad, Arriving at the pithead, and then down in the cage,
By DAVID PRIOR9 years ago in Poets
Those who give are not always givers Of hearty or plentiful sustenance They are fickle that throw gifts of puny pertinence
By Jordan Williams9 years ago in Poets
No Friend! I try to tell them that you’re no friend. They say you are, till the very end. You consume their lives and make them blue,
By Rose Knight9 years ago in Poets
Everyone takes his own route, But we all arrive at the same destination: The cold granite headboard awaits us all. You might choose the expressway in the city,
By Fred Bobbitt9 years ago in Poets
Fortress. I see it that way, with heavy doors and gate keepers, well, the bouncers, pulling glass doors with an extra grunt.
By Ti Ana9 years ago in Poets
So it is as it has always been, the illustrious struggle between now and then, between the here and now, and if and when,
By Michael Giglio9 years ago in Poets
Insane, membrane, brain barrier, Fall over and feel, The grass pressing softly, sharply, Until you can walk, not reel.
By Colin Hope9 years ago in Poets
No one knows why they're spraying trails in the sky... it's not natural. Some say they're now invisible, but that they're still spraying.
Drumsticks the parallels to future rhythm feelings tin garbage cans mirages for metaphors like the "gutter brain" sit and wait tired so hate it lick a fentanyl patch and get elated
By pasha alekseyev9 years ago in Poets
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
A breath, morning A heavy lidded dawning A yawn, a moan A stifle, a groan The sun is incongruent Little to see, scarce to move
By Ben Attwood9 years ago in Poets
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
By Crystal Caraway9 years ago in Poets
