social commentary

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

Torment
The oases of silence alternate wherever they are not Suppressed by the voices of despair and frustration, they try to take possession of the other's speech and language
By Lightness4 years ago in Poets
in the land of giants-
We are killing ourselves.. with guns and hate, with wars that never satiate. Nor solve.. the problem which birthed this war in the first place.
By Victor Mendez4 years ago in Poets
Through The Eyes of a Monster.
I was conceived through rape my mother was a nun who was only doing her service when she got accidentally locked in room full of lunatics
By Kenji N. Lockett4 years ago in Poets
From the Ashes of Roe, We Rise
We used to be respected. At least, thats the way it seemed. At least you pretended Pretended that we had autonomy over our lives; over our bodies
By Marissa Bendick4 years ago in Poets
Silent Killer
There are people everywhere who carry this disease. It spreads faster than anyone can believe. If you let them bear influence, you can turn out just as bad,
By Sid Aaron Hirji4 years ago in Poets
Watermelon is June 6th
I grab the mini-sized watermelon out of the fridge and set it down on the cutting board, pick up the over-sized knife, and chop away. This is June 6th. This is the first day of summer.
By Fox Maxwell4 years ago in Poets
The “N” Word
let’s talk about a word that everybody fears, it’s a word we never wanna hear. Every time this word comes out and wants to play, you’ll see the rest of society run away.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Downfall Of The Proud.
Make sure you never let pride consume you. It takes you down to hell, leaves you there and it dooms you. Ever heard the term “pride is the devil”? Rollercoaster of suffering ride with devil.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Red
If I don’t think like you, I don’t act like you, I don’t speak like you. If not in this life, then maybe another. If I don’t look like you, I don’t smell like you, I don’t like what you do.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
She Needed Love
I watch her as she breaks, devastated And there it is, during this difficult time, An innate ability to understand who she is
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Live It Well
Noise never ends when you're always alone, In a room full of souls yet you know not a one, Watching them move about to fill out your day,
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
overkill
greeted by a tapestry of stars, you are awoken by the sound of your name: gentle, cautious, an attempt to rouse you peacefully. they kiss you, a soft stroke on your peppermint lips. you whisper, and you laugh, and sometimes you fuck, a passion-ridden rollercoaster. they dress in an outfit they claim makes them look professional. you run a hand down their sleepy cheeks.
By Antiquity Anecdotes4 years ago in Poets