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One day the truth will come out One day they'll know who you are One day you won't be able to hide anymore One day the curtains will move and the spotlight will shine directly at your face
Ignore, you will lose Tell, you will lose. Act, you will lose. Listen, you will win.  
I feel alone in this loud room chaos is all around me  and it will drag me to my doom I just want to be free they are so so happy, smiling  while I lay there dying I've given up on it all
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us? by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash. poisoning ash, killing our earth. what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
Write  Write Write essay after essay I'm almost there just a little bit more annnnnnd there I made it  now what?   where do I go from here
There was once I felt lonely, and at times I felt hopeless. It's in those times I wondered where you were or where you went. Those are the times I needed you most, why weren't you there?
Look around you. “What do you see that could possibly be good?”   In the police brutality We see the degradation of morality.
There would be ultimate peace among each and all countries, among individuals.  In my perfect little world.   There would be no crimes instead continuous laughter would
I fight I write I conquer.. with my words Ain't that something? I'm mighty fine, alright.   I have a message: You best be listening... You know why you're living?
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value. —Albert Einstein
Freedoms more than doing whatever the @#!*% you please, It's taking your new trust and using it to seize, Every dream or goal pondered about in your head, And acheiving them, making them reality instead.  
What is this world? A place where a test dictates all where if you can read fast you can live at ease and all your schooling is paid in full but am I given that luxury even though
The world today is abandoning values We are all simply numbers An amount, a score, a grade What categories do we fall under?   4.0? You're a great person 3.0? You're like the rest
There's so much pressure nowadays On kids and young adults. Pressure to meet every benchmark, And to have X amount of extracurriculars, And to do damn well on the ACT, And to earn X amount of dollars,
//Standardized//  
  I look at the world I was thrust into Those before me have left me with a burden of a debt And the wounds of war They tell me not to worry, They tell me that they are not the enemies
Isolate yourself then ask why you're so lonely. Tell you how I think, now I feel like a phony. These poisons were shared over and over before,  between you and I,  this darkness we tore.
With every hit no one can explain
Transparently I observe; my eyes paint a picture, A landscape of the world and those within.
Alright, you may open your textbooks and begin. Read. Read. Read. Bubble. Bubble. A, D, B, C, C... See. Look. Look around. Look at him, look at her.
a stage, one lovely place, act to your heart's content and there below crowds of people all await your very act.in life the truth scares me but
Thoughts are racing through her mind When you ask her if she's all right All she says is, "I'm fine"   You shake your head and reply, "okay" The silence echoes in your brain
Writing all of my feelings Will relieve me from all these teasings That will make me jealous in life. I just wanted a better life, But yet, I won't be anybody's wife
Maybe I’m
Yeah I got some shit but I ain't said nothin. 
We are voiceless. Our feet are turned to iron. We're lobbed into a torrential river Of expectations. Ideals. They say, “The perfect child is ours. “No flaws here.
  Teachers don’t work hard nowadays Rather than focus on education They focus on my grades I may have passed your damn class
A score. A mocking, generic, monotonous score defines us.   Humility, humanity, philanthropy, do not matter, because only a score defines us.    Years of hardwork shattered by 
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes  Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid 
Listen. Miscommunication sucks. The people involved in this travesty feel unheard and underappreciated.
I am the number Twenty Seven, Etched into my soul, my worth is that of High School drivel and recurring bile that settles behind toothy chagrin. Twenty Seven, I am nothing more than a limited
Let me ask a question without talking out of turn what makes you special that you can beat on me till my bruises burn I mean you must have some type of seniority right?
I want to be beautiful, she said. Then they'll love me. The ones who pulled my hair, Tugged at my hand-me-downs, Tore open the wounds made fresh, day after day.
It’s all an act. They say they want to help, But they don’t They act like they care, But they don’t. They are just like Everybody else in today’s society: Heartless.
If thy lovest long And thine love be pure Hate and love be twine Love is strange, rest be ‘sured Thus love maketh the blind
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