social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

Global Response, Fear Response . Content Warning.
Fires climb the hills, Smoke drifts through an open door, Still, I do not move.
By Siege A.27 minutes ago in Poets
Many Faces
overdramatic individuality discombobulates *** The Challenge:
By Lamar Wigginsabout 4 hours ago in Poets
It's About Love...
There's a question that has been around since man formed its first thought, one that has plagued mankind and each and every one of you.
By Donny Foleyabout 8 hours ago in Poets
A WARMING SEA CHANTY
After a beer We play by ear And shift gear To steer To the rear And veer to a pier Near here. But what did appear
By Tom Demarabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Letting Her Go
Running to the bus, I already want her home. Get a grip Alaine!
By Alaine Hayabout 10 hours ago in Poets
THE CROWD INSIDE HER Haiku
The crowd inside Haiku Over crowded help The weights too much I’m broken Silent screams kill me 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
By Marie381Uk about 14 hours ago in Poets
My Feed, His Face
A love story written in pixels, refreshed in real time, never once consented to be mine. You never arrive all at once. You drip into my morning
By abualyaanartabout 15 hours ago in Poets
THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIES Haiku 🌺
THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIES Haiku 🌺 She screams inside Help He lazes on the couch Help Calls fall on deaf ears ♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️😢♥️
By Marie381Uk about 23 hours ago in Poets
Shortchanged 10mg of Prozac
Ice cube tray in powder blue I lay my palms flat on top Beholding the frozen I breathe in and out to ready myself
By Michele Nampallia day ago in Poets
Something Is Not Right. Top Story - February 2026.
I The Student knocked on the Poet’s door, hoping for entry. * As he waited, the faint sounds of old blues music wafted through
By David Muñoza day ago in Poets
Blood From the Womb
I got my first period at 11-years-old... I put on a pad just like I was told. When I told my dad, He grimaced and said,
By CT Idlehousea day ago in Poets
Economic Crisis
My mother said, after India’s independence in the 1940s, jobs appeared, if someone passed high school, they were invited to hold office.
By Seema Patela day ago in Poets