social commentary

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

We had tables waiting
The first time I watched a man die of AIDS Was when I worked in Colonial Williamsburg. Tourists joked that my earrings weren’t period appropriate
By F Cade Swanson3 years ago in Poets
Some Alternate Poets. Top Story - November 2022.
Introduction When you were at school who liked poetry really? I think I hated Shakespeare but it may just have been the way I was taught and how the works were actually presented to me. I do like a lot of Shakespeare though find some a bit over the top.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
pizza, beer, and cigs
since you were born, have you been anywhere else? gobblin’ pizza, gulpin’ beer, smokin’ cigs have kids as a child that’s the main goal here
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
the change
when I learned to recognise different kinds of light something has changed inside weird became familiar when he said
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Empire Of Grotesque
For many people, the world is a terrible place. Too many people expect somebody else to sort it out, but we all have to pull together or we will wake up one day and there will be nothing left that is good.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Like You Told Me
i thought of you a minute ago and how it's been so long i like to think you're doing well kicking goals and staying strong
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Ray Wylie Hubbard: "You've got to have some scars if you wanna be a poet." Song: Bad Trick. I count my wounds. Paul Simon: "I have my books And my poetry to protect me."
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
Club Q
We were shaken When five lives were taken But one is not mistaken When they cheer For the one that took them from here
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Forgive Me If You Don’t Recognize Me
The picture I have in my mind of some of you from what feels like mere seconds ago, blends with you as you are now, sometimes like chickpeas and humus, hard to believe one was once the other – other times like milk in espresso smoothing out the rough, scalding edges of your youthful flavor. And do you see me as still an avocado, or am I now guacamole? Plain black pekoe or iced chai? Melancholy and my mirror suggest that measure us both only through my slightly wishful, much more wistful, fading blue, Dorian Grayish eyes.
By Joel Lippert3 years ago in Poets
"Demagogue"
"Demagogue" We're waiting on an anti-Christ. In the land of the free, the home of the brave You thought some of us didn't deserve the benefit of being new
By Jeffrey P Bailey3 years ago in Poets
A Love Supreme
When you are in the right place and dream Everything around seems like cream As you succeed at your every scheme Perfectly in a love supreme
By Caeizar3 years ago in Poets
Q
Pulsing music, flashing lights Dancing in the Colorado night Bodies move with rhythmic grace Glowing smiles on each face
By KAT Hunt3 years ago in Poets