social commentary

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

Graveyard Shift
Dedicated to the people with a night gift. They stay up late hours working on the night shift. We think first and second shift have the havoc hours, but it’s really night shift who has the baddest hours.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
The Pieces
There are pieces. Pieces of a person that get lost over time. Or maybe found. It's like our life comes to us in fragments.
By Margaret Maxfield4 years ago in Poets
You Made Me A Beast
We all live through the ups and downs Hopefully with help, never ever alone, Friends, family, standing by your side When needing a hug, pick up the phone.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Writers Block
At the age of 13 I basically became a different person. I wasn't concerned with what others though anymore My biggest concern was that I didn’t consider myself to be a bore.
By Jose Sanchez4 years ago in Poets
A Glamorous Lie
I’m staying at a castle on the sea No cares in the world or responsibility Every day is a sunny sky and a walk in the park
By Jason A4 years ago in Poets
IN TIMES LIKE THESE
IN TIMES LIKE THESE THE DAYS ARE MOVING FASTER AND FASTER OUR MINDS ARE IN TURMOIL WONDERING WHAT THE NEXT DAY WILL BRING
By Joye C Lange4 years ago in Poets
Fear Nothing
You’re afraid...and for all the wrong reasons. But you seem to love fear, so allow it to be worth your while — Be afraid of never truly loving yourself,
By Yashi Gaur4 years ago in Poets
To Love Yourself
When I see posts on a Facebook Vocal thread mine is usually the one that has no reactions though everyone else has one. Often that reaction is mine, so I have started loving my own posts so I don’t feel ignored. It’s not cheating, but we all have to have confidence in ourselves and love our work. This is a butterfly cinquain about this situation.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Minecraft
It seems like since birth I've been sentenced to a series of mining blind Digging for something deposited in veins of the unknown
By BBW4 years ago in Poets
CLAWS/FLESH – FANGS/BONE – MUSCLE/MIND
. CLAWS/FLESH – FANGS/BONE – MUSCLE/MIND A poem (ish) By Ross E F Lombardi . I have no claws with which to render flesh
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi4 years ago in Poets
Equality to All
I am who I am and proud to be. Living in a world of equality. No faith, no words of disbelief can change who I am. Love is beautiful, never to be contemned.
By Cathy Deslippe4 years ago in Poets
Comments
What are comments? To me comments are ideas and words that help me to do better. C is for communication O is for the opportunity to learn from others
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets