social commentary

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

Thru-hiking didn't change my life
I’m staring up the rocky slope of Jay Peak, adjacent pines dotted with the occasional white brush stroke. The soles of my feet are numb from incessant pounding despite my shoes long since assuming a loving mold to my feet. My pack straps dig into my shoulders and hips, a constant reminder of the necessary 25 pounds on my back. A Canadian hiker greets me as he descends, “Bonjour — are you called Legacy?”
By Shea Dunlop3 years ago in Poets
blue wall
the outer wall of my present house is blue same as the outer wall of my family home although I wouldn’t call it family
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Reasons Why your Stomach keeps Getting Bigger Everyday
In addition to weight increase and pregnancy for women, a rising stomach could signal water retention, bloating, hormonal changes, or even an unbalanced diggestive system.
By Awa Nyassi3 years ago in Poets
in the shade of my own darkness
you can’t see me, I’m in the dark scary shadows surround me this shroud was there for the last half a year I was not aware
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Journal 537
Knowing I need to look inward each day is scary. I sometimes ignore doing so, and I procrastinate on most things like that out of fear. Never staying on a path. Just being there and not. Being present and sometimes folding into staring at my phone.
By Martins Abuah3 years ago in Poets
A Brief Respite
You who are weary, please sit by my fire. I've warm food and drink, what do you desire? The world has been cold and harsh to you friend;
By The Coffee Ghost3 years ago in Poets
Why be a Dreamer?
Why be a dreamer? When your dreams won't come true. Why wish for the open plains? If you're trapped inside the zoo. Why be a writer?
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
The Silent Man
He mutters to the roof Things he won't say to me or you, Shouts them to the heavens To bright skies stained with blue. He pockets what he cannot release
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Mom was sitting in front of her television, totally engrossed An afternoon talk show burst from her ancient set And she was absorbing every word.
By David Parham3 years ago in Poets
Bully
So, there's this bully Or I have a bully And she just won't quit Now I know typically You grow up and the bullies fade
By Shaye B.3 years ago in Poets
Dystopian to Utopian
CALL TO ARMS Check the rhyme The way it's designed I Fold the fabric of space and time With my mind With The visuals absent of the aura
By SiAire3 years ago in Poets
Scarred and Faceless
For so long I’ve been confused I’ve finally learned my place I’m just a face Not even a face, barely a head Just another body
By Shaye B.3 years ago in Poets