social commentary

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

New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve is the 'holiday' to remember the past. Or is it? N is for noisy at times. E is for the energy it supplies.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
The Shitty Table . Top Story - December 2022.
Bah humbug, it's that time of year, when we spend more than we can afford and get pissed on cheap beer. Although I don't doubt it is merry for some, I myself find Christmas all too glum. I am the Grinch with a beating heart, a character at the table who plays their part.
By Rosie J. Sargent3 years ago in Poets
War to Wage.
Every man has three missions, three wars he must wage He must conquer his father, which then sets the stage To next conquer his demons, relinquish his shame
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
Saint Nick's Great Day
Whether Jesus was gifted Frankincense and Myrrh, Whether stories once told are the ones I've once heard, Whether legacy fouled or embraced by the masses,
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
Christmas 🎄 Magic ✨
It's the Magic of ✨ Christmas 🎄 That's what I love the most! Everyone in the world Shares One Joy 😊 And that's HOPE 🙏 🔔
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
torturing the weak
at that time the sky was red same as the emotions of others; they anger directed at me in the hour of the beast in the full moon
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
God Bless the Bodega
When money came around, enough worth to spend, My brother, my mother, we'd walk round the bend To the corner store, get a sandwich or two
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
A Sphinx from Egypt
On the precipice of sleep I thought that my cat was the entirety of Ancient Egypt. With the sun burnt sand and the cultures of the past,
By Marya Pettingill3 years ago in Poets
C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S.
This is a free-form acrostic poem, which is really a list of a few things to do in the true spirit of Christmas. The music is “Happy Christmas War Is Over” by John Lennon and Yoko Ono, and I truly wish that all wars were over. Think what sort of world we could build if money was spent to build rather than destroy.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Every Man an Island
Every man is an island Or so it is said Every man has his castle, his sanctum, And a man's queen is his castle,
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
Atlas Shrugged, And I Nodded.
I had once envied Atlas, the strength in his palms The power in his shoulders, the brace of his arms With his calves carved from mountainsides, bones cast from steel,
By Conostra3 years ago in Poets
Butterfly On A Wheel
This is my thirty-sixth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. It is a butterfly cinquain, and is only dark in concept, observing how beauty is destroyed often for the fleeting convenience of perpetrators. We see so many situations where a talent or a figure is effectively killed to preserve it at a moment in time as nothing more than an ornament, often forgotten by the ones who put it there.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets