social commentary

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

Through a Glass Darkly*
I can see a dimly lit light curled up on my balcony glass walls reflecting all the shadows of the previous existence
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
"Generational Dysfunction"
Incorrigible dirigible More than able The jealousy weighs on me I'm clunky my red cheeks on the outside Hide the hurt gnawing from clenching
By Jeffrey P Bailey4 years ago in Poets
Nice Guys Finish Last
As we fancy a sky full of gods, all we need is kindness and harmony next us. Hearts like heaven, the tale of the wounded womb.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
Sayings
Where is your heart? Wear your heart on your sleeve like the numbers on your mailbox. Engrave it like a tattoo on the palm of your hand. Hold it out to strangers.
By Natalie Wilkinson4 years ago in Poets
My Computer
My computer is a piece of junk The A drive is in a funk The Internet freezes up The modem takes so long to load
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Poets
iLate
Graduating college later than I anticipated is a blessing * And I never thought I'd say something so ridiculously counterintuitive
By Sarah Jane4 years ago in Poets
Defiant
I refuse to be defeated by a bug. A lousy unseen virus. One of my worst enemies. It hides in everybody. Comes out when least wanted
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Poets
Sons & Daughters of the First Born
Sons and daughters of the first born, From original source we were all shorn. Progeny of the brightest stars, All were unwitting avatars.
By Ginny M. Jones4 years ago in Poets
Speak
There are times when you must speak. When the words catch in your throat, and you choke on the meaning. Speak. When you are filled with words
By Deianira Morris4 years ago in Poets
Falling forever
Once upon a time, there lived a father and a daughter. The daughter looked up at her father with all of her heart. With little responsibility and even smaller stature, the young girl eagerly awaited for her father to pick her up. She fidgeted, fumbled, and clung to him, terrified of falling.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
They Call Him Einstein
The bank tellers love him They call him Einstein. Is it his white, cobwebby flyaway hair or his simplicity is genius attitude that wins them over?
By Maureen Kellar-Kirby4 years ago in Poets
Poetry From The Prism
The invitation to understanding layers That the human in front of you may or may not say prayers That the person beside you whose smiling so big may have received an eviction notice
By Cozett Dunn4 years ago in Poets