social commentary

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

Backwards Priorities
I live in a place Where people care more about guns Then they do people Where pro-life is just another word for control
By Amethyst Hayes4 years ago in Poets
This time is Ours
There are moments that are ours That belong to us As I wait for the water to fill my cup As I open a suctioned window To take a morning breath
By Sami Alsabawi4 years ago in Poets
Of Doom and Glory
We hurtle on this vessel Through asphyxiated blue waters Chased by the approaching shadows The ghosts of the colonized Propel us
By Sami Alsabawi4 years ago in Poets
House Party
Thin grease black layer of wine on her lip, she wipes it off and it rolls like sediment on the back of her hand. Ink of drunkenness. The laughing that was in her has soaked away in the cool of the bathroom. She licks teeth that are stained and don’t look good. Head spins. Maybe a small pang of nausea. Squandered her Sunday for this. Wine never agreed with her.
By Mara Papavassiliou4 years ago in Poets
FREEDOM FIGHTERS of WW II
FREEDOM FIGHTERS of WW II By: Jonathan Hinternish One took a bullet. Another took a shell. Many more went over seas and spent their time in Hell.
By Jonathan Hinternish4 years ago in Poets
Today I Left The Office
Today I left the office... Wet and wild and soaked in blood. It was a day like any other. Thrown about in a hurricane of motionless contribution.
By Caroline Jane4 years ago in Poets
Old Nerve
My family preserved in us the quick nerve pulse of fear something that is bred into migrant children a warning retained
By Mara Papavassiliou4 years ago in Poets
Pull yourself together
Two slits, light, like an old black and white movie. Pain,mostly in my head, but shivers through my whole body. A vice grip at my throat, my heart, my gut.
By Caroline4 years ago in Poets
Mirror Ball
A bite from a red apple cyanide, Reduced to a grey corporate logo, But who remembers the chemicals, or the castration of humiliation.
By Ali Howarth4 years ago in Poets
we are in control
Not a poem initially, I wrote the following as a journal entry in early 2020. The pandemic was and is in my mind a ‘parade’; a flurry of grandstanding and great overtures in whose wake a new era of humanity and heart has forced its way in. It has been shattering, but I am hopeful for what comes now.
By Rhi4 years ago in Poets
Americas We Built on Blood
Is the Statue of Liberty made from stone or paper, I cannot tell what it stands for from the shape of her, Is it for freedom or just patriotism, Ask me later,
By Christopher Hodgson4 years ago in Poets
Dear Inner Child
Dear Inner Child, Hi there, how've you been? It's been so long since we've talked, I don't know where to begin. | Dear Inner Child,
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets