social commentary

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

Celebrating the End
We celebrate the historical impact of black men and women Then politicians manipulate the voting rights of communities they live in
By Danielle Dahl4 years ago in Poets
Rage V Woe
I sit to write, but all I see in my head is a series of screams. I listen closer, hoping to understand. But the screams continue,
By Nichole M. Willden4 years ago in Poets
Hunger
I see you; Biting into a croissant On the streets of Montmartre, Legs long, stem-like And mesh clad, The European sun
By Githara Gunawardena4 years ago in Poets
I Look Outwards
I look outwards, and I see, A world full of hate, And brimming with scorn. Smoke rises, A fire burns. A baby cries,
By Kevin McLaughlin4 years ago in Poets
I Love My Queerness More Than Anything
After the Parade, we go home to live - Rainbows removed on the bus, cast aside - Sweaty, tired - I have nothing else to give -
By Maura Bernstein4 years ago in Poets
“The Daily Fight”
The American “melting pot” ideal is based on “The American Dream”. Then there is the American reality which is different than both those seem.
By Christopher “CJ” Herring4 years ago in Poets
Bourgnew's Celebration
We survived the best of times We survived the worst of times We came a long way We fought a hard way We strive and live
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
Song and Dance
Their song and dance is now over and done. They had their moment of truth and charity. Those faces have left, and we know who won.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
Two Sides to the Same Coin. Top Story - July 2022.
Humanity insists on remaining divided Its the mindless berating the blinded I don't wish to participate in the violence I'll sit and watch from a distance
By Sawyer Sullivan4 years ago in Poets
Hidden Love
The streets were filled glitter, But her heart was getting bitter. Yesterday was a parade of love, Today, she received a shove.
By Stephanie Colella 4 years ago in Poets
The Song Continues. Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge.
Sylvia danced in ritual Getting ready to march off to war, And Marsha threw a brick While Stormè dropped a Nickel in the jukebox
By Colleen Borst4 years ago in Poets
The Maple in the Driveway. Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge.
I never witnessed the geography of my womanhood so plainly, the ultrasound a topographical map, illuminated the hard camber and narrow archway of my uterus— while the surrounding contour climbed and plummeted like a spool of ribbon snaking across a pane of film no larger than a greeting card—
By Ashley McCauliff4 years ago in Poets