social commentary

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

And All the Writing Died
Who still writes beyond their 280 characters? Still taps an extra space between sentences or cares for grammar? These days every word
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
Book Burning
Small minds stare into flames with dullard expression burning what knowledge could release them The drifting embers of
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
A Rose By any Other Name
A Rose, by any other name, would still smell as sweet. ~ The smell, doesn’t Change with the Name.
By Ben Ray 3 years ago in Poets
Southern Statues
On courthouse lawns and Market squares, by university buildings and government institutions, down Long forgotten cemeteries strangled with vines
By Kincaid Jenkins3 years ago in Poets
Nature: Check It Out
Water is flowing as the forest is growing, finding comfort in the thought of knowing. Knowing the beauties that are hidden within the sand, the water, the snow, and the dirt, the rock, the mud, and all things on this earth.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
Electric Lapdance
just log onto that website yeah...the one they warned you about be ready with the credi (t) remove your clothes and doubt
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
The Book Cover Analogy; or “Why Page 1 is the Best Part of the Story”
A bit of an abstract title, I know, but hear me out… This is based on observations of my personal interactions over the past few decades, and what I’ve come to realise about my place in this amazing, highly dynamic society:
By Orion J. Zed3 years ago in Poets
Sea of Painted Faces
Sailing on a sea of painted faces, Bailing water from my barely floating vessel, paddling desperately, Hoping my boat is more than the paper mache of which my own mask is fashioned.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Poets
The Sweet Nothings of Inanimate Objects
Can Inanimate Objects Talk? The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines the word inanimate as "lacking consciousness or power of motion" or "not animated or lively".in short, they are not endowed with the human trait to talk to each other or even get influenced by other objects.
By Peeping_Soul3 years ago in Poets
The 5 am struggle
I want to get comfortable. Pull the sheets over my side of the bed. Roll once, then back again, maybe this is the spot. What if I flip over the pillow to the cool side?
By D-Donohoe3 years ago in Poets
randy's master class in gas-lighting
so you make jokes in poor taste about me and my ways- demonstrate anecdotally, and totally how bigoted you really are,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
White Collar
I know why the white collar worker exists : It’s the same reason why I believe purple was disqualified as the leading lady
By Sarah Jane3 years ago in Poets