social commentary

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

the big four: 4 humours = 4 ages = 4 seasons = 4 elements
humour 1: sanguine: infancy (air) spring blood on the run vitality through fast growth floats in humid air *
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
COVID - 19 Haiku
Pandemic grips tight, Life changes overnight, Together we fight.
By Vaishxnav3 years ago in Poets
Syed Shah Moosa quadri
Hazrat Moosa Quadri can trace his lineage back to Hazrat Shaikh Abdul Qadir Jilani who is one of the most revered Sufi saints as well as a scholar of Islam.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Poets
nature weeps a hurricane
i don’t go outside sunburnt skin and wind-chapped lips nature is not kind * she tears through the streets taking back what’s rightly hers
By Montgomery Reaves3 years ago in Poets
Rolling Love
Try to explain to me the way you roll in love. How it sets your fire stirring, sparks flying up. If you take your time maybe the street lights will turn off and you can go walking home under the morning sun. Fresh burn on your eyelids. Tired, heavy with the fleeting night.
By Erika Edberg3 years ago in Poets
Time
Time Says I wanted out Warm showers Three hours And a whole night to spare. Room full of Clipped cigarettes Talks half finished
By Erika Edberg3 years ago in Poets
48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene
What's the example action for law 11? Law 11 is "Learn to keep people dependent on you." This law advises to provide valuable resources or information, in order to keep others dependent on you, and therefore in your power.
By RedFate3 years ago in Poets
Rage
Mud following tears, Fire traces her cheekbones. Autumn breeze softens.
By Kritta Mary3 years ago in Poets
Lower Middle Class
the water stain kept growing. I pretended not to see. too costly.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Homeless without shelter
Rain-drenched and windblown Seated on a mound of dirt The fire has gone out
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Poets
How to Exist
Talk about silence As if you aren’t its killer Read a book just to watch the paper get thinner Inhale water to make your lungs a good swimmer
By Goldie 3 years ago in Poets
some people
behind the walls we can disappear- protection from the outside, we can’t stop running, or else.... sink into a tortured past life
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets