social commentary

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

And Just Like That
Tears welled up in your eyes You looked at me and began to cry Your voice so loud, your pain so real I almost didn’t know what to feel
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi4 years ago in Poets
JudgMental…
I extracted it of the throat of society So that you can think That I am an idiot and you are not Whereas the opposite is true
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
Never Full
I am never full, my stomach is always craving, creating new desires among the flavors of chocolate peanut-butter and raspberry dark.
By Darby S. Fisher4 years ago in Poets
I am not a “before” photo
Get out of here With the notion That I live to change… That I must be unsatisfied With my life Because I don’t fit (literally)
By Tessa Glasgow 4 years ago in Poets
Does Silence Really Exist?
DOES SILENCE REALLY EXIST? Is the night silent I hear white noise Distant cars outside The wind in the trees The sound of the sea
By rosann ferrier4 years ago in Poets
zero
at age 15 i got good at math a subject i had never enjoyed became my escape- my salvation the numbers were the only things i could control
By D4 years ago in Poets
Conversation Starters
Ladies and Gentlemen, Surely you’ve felt, one way or another, When a talk or a lecture seems to go asunder. When no one can speak, or muster a thought,
By Laurel Dreyers4 years ago in Poets
If Two. Top Story - August 2022.
This is a semi free form poem Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's “If”, David Gates’ “If” and just Writing For Vocal. You can listen to me reading it in the video if you would like.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Disgust for Humanity
Overseas...a thunder roars As we sit and watch TV Working 'til the clock strikes Whatever it needs to be ~ While bodies lay in streets
By Pieces of Me ~ Poems by Heidi4 years ago in Poets
Chorus Line
When the girls come out In red fishnet stockings A motley drill team Of mismatched legs The curtain call Brings forth their dim-lit days
By Lana Broussard4 years ago in Poets
fiending and tweaking, you feast...
God, Stop scrolling because I’m sick of seeing my friends die. and also, fuck all this stoicism bullshit. we have a
By Propaganda Poet4 years ago in Poets
MurderVerse
Gina@PD Questions.
By David Parham4 years ago in Poets