social commentary

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

Fright makes Right
Fright makes right You hear the echo of an owl. You hear the wolf begin to howl. You know there’s ghosts on the prowl.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Feel Like Shit
doesn't matter what i do doesn’t matter what i say the reason it is called inevitable is because it will always be that way
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
accomplices in little, everyday crimes
until you called us, you were safe driving without worries, kids on board your afflictions stuffed in dusty corners wide road ahead
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Make Pretty
It will never matter what you say, it will never matter what you do; reveal yourself the devil himself and I will still make pretty of you.
By Sara Wynn3 years ago in Poets
Morning Mantras
On the subway ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan, overwhelmed by façades, * Music fades beneath An ocean wave. Nothing overlays the heartbeat of stress
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Poets
Limbo
What does it mean to be in the "here and now?" How does it feel to be fully present in the moment? I'll tell you: It's NOT limbo. There is no reference to what was. The future is not what will be. Past, Present, and Future are not relevant. Nooooooooooooooooo.
By Angela Schnaubelt3 years ago in Poets
in the crossfire
put on a pedestal and talk that’s what I was told to do when the darkest nights have their diabolical blast and the days go hand in hand with it;
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Before 2022 ends..
Dear family, friends, & acquaintances, Before 2022 ends, I know I did amazing things that I couldn't be more grateful from the bottom of my heart.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
A Never-Ending Nightmare
Waves angrily crashing, thunder bashing, Lightening Striking; everywhere flooding. The earth is shaking, also cracking. Sand blowing, orange fog forming,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Daunting Sober
It was in my Grasps And I was holding on... I tugged on a rope That was heavy as a stone. I wasn’t thinking right Damn, How could I
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
CC
As I awoke, and Dream Land faded A complex image I could still see And I was struck by a strange thought Was someone trying to talk to me?
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Poets
It is Never Write to Drink and Drive
a summation of thoughts while I drive: the feelings of men are stigmatized, making them feel shame and despise when they cry
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets