social commentary

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

Scream
All that was heard was a scream; Manic screams and the rain, the pattering of small feet against the dark wet pavement.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Poets
How to, write several poems or stories from one idea?
I read a prompt about hair and decided to create a number of poems based on the prompt. Over the course of one day, I thought up five different ideas. Each idea is from a different perspective. Here is the method I followed to create multiple poems from one basic idea.
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
Profanities
We question the profanity’s of the world but still exceed them, still deprave ourselves of the ideals that deceive them,
By Jeanroy Grant4 years ago in Poets
Ramblings Part 15
I had a guest this morning for the first time in two years I realized I don't know how to socialize anymore I wasn't great at it to begin with but not I'm bad
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Poets
Walking Through My Future
Walking Thru My Future The doors slide open at the old folks home as I raise my mask to cover my nose- I'm inside, now, and out of the rain,
By John Korkie4 years ago in Poets
Challenge Accepted
Tonight, I challenged God. I told him if I woke up the next morning I must have a purpose on this Earth. I medicated.
By Vernon T. Scott4 years ago in Poets
instagram rejects.
there are many days i find myself dreaming about other people's food. the parts they didn't touch for whatever reason they might have.
By rex tomball4 years ago in Poets
Legos & Mulberries
Almost every day, I drive by the spot my brother bled out onto in 1989 It’s a patch of sidewalk on the corner of a fire station
By Kayla4 years ago in Poets
Love's Demise
We're born into a loveless world, a world in which we just want to be held. Yet here we find ourselves alone, craving the one thing this world does not own.
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Poets
Eight Months
eight months that's how long it took eight months of me screaming crying cursing at the world blaming myself eight months
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Stupid People Who Populate the City in Which I Reside
You are too stupid to use birth control and your bullshit church encourages that anyway. You feel that life is a badass contest and highly suspect that you are a badass even though you are obese, diabetic, and can’t even do one pull up.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Poets
Deadly Disease
This crack pipe, This smack pipe, it takes, it lies. Curiosity reels you in hides the truth behind. Every day, life's a trial
By Susan Nathan4 years ago in Poets