social commentary

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

Old Quarters
Saved – a family Treasure – a family Heirloom never found - A gay uncle – socialist - Some called a terrorist -
By Abigail Sire 4 years ago in Poets
DONT DO IT
DONT DO IT For anyone who is dealing with pear pressure, or has a friend with his hand out saying here have one, or puts a lighter in your hand, and tells you it’ll be fun…
By Brittany Odom4 years ago in Poets
Mens' Logic At Work
I think it's kind of sad, and honestly, it's really very bad. The words, and harassment women deal with from disrespectful, hurtful, and perverted lads.
By Kristyn Loritsch4 years ago in Poets
The Numerical Indicator
Hey, what’s your number? Seventy four? That’s pathetic. That’s what happens when you encumber. I’m a ninety-six. It gives the report a nice aesthetic.
By Daniel Freeman 4 years ago in Poets
Poetry or Traditional Photography
Art Transitional Sentiment Mediums Dimensions Screams
By Vanessa Wilcox4 years ago in Poets
Appalachian Spine
Appalachian Spine My brother once pulled a crawfish from the stream. He held it in his hands, gave it a name, and kept it in a
By Bri Craig4 years ago in Poets
Lost Memories of a Pioneer Town. Top Story - April 2022.
The following is a poem based on Walla Walla, Washington’s storied past. The city’s reputation and social landscape changed vastly from the 19th to the 20th century. For historians, there are a lot of rumors to weed through and unique challenges to preserving the city’s past. It’s difficult to find reliable documents about Walla Walla’s pioneer days.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Poets
Push Down & Turn
A lightning-storm, they tell me, in my squish That periodically attacks my sense, Uprooting my reality's frail fence, Is prepping for an epic crispy dish;
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Poets
Let her dance.
Steps so light and fancy free Curls bouncing innocently She dances on the Senate floor. She dances as we cry for more. Marie Antoinette of the American Southwest
By Marc Peraino4 years ago in Poets
Flatter Truth
stare are me tell me truths flattery never flies intentions exposed remove disguise dressed up words can close the distance
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Poets
as a woman
As a woman I am always in danger Whether Perceived Or realized Because at one point The danger Was real And his hands
By Joann Claude4 years ago in Poets
Climb Down The Ladder.
Lost up in the maze. I don’t need any colored haze. My skull already contains the plug. Healthy supply cause my parents didn’t shrug.
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Poets