social commentary

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

Social Norm
Beaten into social norm submission, Unknowing how to be my own person. All there is is pop culture, And who is there to emulate next?
By Laurel Mayfield4 years ago in Poets
The Show
We have been waiting for you to arrive. ___________________________ Twiddling our thumbs as a period of dormancy sweeps
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Bricks and Mortar
Scattered bricks and mortar Rubble field corner to corner Too heavy for the truck Might get stuck in a rut Bones of downed building
By C. E. Fintus4 years ago in Poets
Sticky-notes
Sticky notes My life if full of sticky note A color for each faze Yellow is for the verses started But was never put away
By Scott lee Baker4 years ago in Poets
The Monkey-King
A monkey climbed to the top of a hill, Under a stormy, raging sky. Thunder cracked and the wind howled, But the monkey persevered.
By attilan AO4 years ago in Poets
PAIN
Suddenly, the right shoulder is painful. Months pass by without proper diagnosis. It's no wonder that my mood is disdainful.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
A Sadly Boring Story
Why is it that people think that gray is a color of lack of joy? A boring color with no taste? I'm feeling gray today. This abundance of words are not meant to be funny or entertaining. They are meant to be gray.
By Calie Judy Brooks4 years ago in Poets
FREEDuhm
Freedom is objective, Determined by perspective, What is free in a determined community, Having set rules with no opportunity,
By 'Vive Akugha4 years ago in Poets
The Ubiquitous They
Dear Oblivious, They bid us welcome, then they demand we leave. They offer us opportunities, but they give us no tools.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Poets
Black Mysticism
My black is immortal- It’s spiritual. My melanin mysticism will gather all; And when it leads unbelievers to evangelistic wars,
By Jasmine Anderson4 years ago in Poets
I spoke to the devil today
I Spoke To The Devil Today I spoke to the devil today, He told me he is not to blame, And not the reasons for my shame,
By Yvonne Knight4 years ago in Poets
Voices are silenced
VOICES ARE SILENCED In a world where we constantly cry out to be heard, we are hushed into silence, shouted down and sometimes even kicked to the ground. The mobs get angry, and sometimes I don’t even think they know what they’re angry at anymore.
By Elizabeth Blade 4 years ago in Poets