social commentary

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

THE TIME OF MY LIFE
I HAVE ENJOYED MUSIC EVER SINCE I WAS A SMALL CHILD LIVING IN SUNNY CALIFORNIA. WE HAD A BACK PATIO WITH A LONG PORCH. DURING THE DAY I WOULD GO OUTSIDE ON THE PORCH AND SING MY HEART OUT. I WAS ALL OF ABOUT TWO WHEN I STARTED TO HAVE THE TIME OF MY LIFE.
By Joye C Lange4 years ago in Poets
My Life By The Manuscript
I´m not sure where my life is headed, clarity is not an option.It has become an incomplete sentence with a compound of run on episodes of disapointments. This is where usualy the climax of my life reveals itself.No, not for this kid. I know a little to dramatic for it to happen like that , but it sure does feel like a role I have been playing all these years .I keep waiting for the director to say cut, but he never does. All the bloopers, blunders,wrong lines and or ad-lib are all go ahead and print. There is no doing this over baby, better get it right the first time . I am turning 51 this week, wow half a century worth of takes, hopefully God grants me 50 more I will gladly do them. The first 50 have kept me on the edge of my seat, there´s never been a dull moment . This one is definitely not in the pg or g rating. There has been major car accidents,a house fire , I was hit with a car jack full force across my head,beat to a pulp on Halloween by several assailants, I have been stabbed and shot at as well, but yet I´m still hear to write about it. I choose to believe that there will be a sequel. Hopefully it will be a walk in the park, hell I will settle for a slow jog even. Definitely I will look forward to telling or writting about it.
By Rose Rosales4 years ago in Poets
Texas in Photographs.
When you think of Texas, you probably picture cowboys. Men in boots, chaps and that all familiar silhouette of the cowboy hat, riding a sturdy horse. Maybe you picture him at a rodeo, racing around barrels with a puff of dust behind him. Maybe you picture him at the top of a hill, surveying the cattle as they travel along the cattle trail.
By Alys Revna4 years ago in Poets
Modern Day Mayhem
A million men marching the feeling is stronger in him... The sense of self, calmer, it no longer seems so somber when you dealing with this martyrdom.
By El Poet4 years ago in Poets
If Icarus were a city
If Icarus were a city, Each window would be boarded. “For lease” signs would litter the horizon. His citizens would go hungry,
By Emma Putnam4 years ago in Poets
Like Dark Ages
I cry so hard It soaks my neck The deepest sadness Hidden in the dark Like the water cycle It evaporates Only to re-condense
By josh tavenor4 years ago in Poets
Of Course
course i meant to scream and yell i meant everything i said sorry if you don’t like my ‘tone’ but some things have to be said
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
Waiting on America
Don’t kike me Just because you don’t like me Despite the Way you stereotype me I’m writing In attempts to evoke The spirits of the ones who’ve passed
By Jo Munny 4 years ago in Poets
Stand Up
Stand up and shout for equality. Voices shout from the outside and withdraw with tears. Prayers wishing human society could love.
By allyjbean4 years ago in Poets
The goddess within us
It's not fair... Dye your hair Wax your legs Change your clothes Fix your nose Is this what we chose? Gotta be wanted
By River Seear4 years ago in Poets
Stick-Around Town
I am from the town of rolling hills and slow-moving fog. Where Wednesday morning silence is broken by footsteps on the track, and Friday Night Lights echo through the streets.
By MM4 years ago in Poets
Don't put your hands on me
Don't put your hands on me When I serve you a beer No tip gives you the right To put your hands Anywhere on my body Don't put your hands on me
By Marie-Helene Belanger4 years ago in Poets