social commentary

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

Hard work and long nights
Working harder than you’ve ever had before. This pain is actually endurance. That sweat is gold. Mentally, physically, and spiritually. How one changes through hard work and effort.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Poets
The Means Were Never Satisfied
I lift the pen and all colour drains. The reason I and nameless others postpone coming until conditions are dire. The momentous technological grandeur of the 21st century:
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Ode to the television?
You can tell I’m a rare breed. My favourite toy as a child, other than dolls and cars- that I stole from my brothers was the television.
By Chacha Jaramillo4 years ago in Poets
Temptation and Consequences
Oh dull fruit, just finished my snack The cookies are in the center jar but I Better go play in my room But the future lingers on my tongue
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
Chronic Bereavement
Chronic bereavement What ever does that mean It is difficult to glean A meaning to that then Mourning over and over again
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
I'm not okay!
I'm not okay! I want to scream from the rooftops I don't care if anyone would listen I just needed to say it ~
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Poets
The Cycle
You raise your hand to me, I flinch at the sight, You say you would never go through with it. It is the threat of the crime that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
By yanina maysonet4 years ago in Poets
Mirrored Reality
*** Look in the mirror for me... Tell me, what do you see? *** If I say, "raise your dominant hand!" Many of you would instinctively raise your right,
By Rika Lekay4 years ago in Poets
Neverending Crowd of the Skies
The Crowd of the Climb that’s separate from others, a path that’s different from many other colors. You seek out guidance, only to hit roadblocks, you come to a halt, to find yourself more tuff. You doubt your abilities due to your past, but you realize the path, is the right one at last. Those that travel along your way, are ones that pass by and the real ones stay. The experiences you share, that brought discomfort, made you build as a person and boost that growth spurt. You overthink and double-check your thoughts, because the people you focus on, are the ones that you care about too much.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Poets
The polka dot car
I say! Isn't this marvelous And brave! So Dalmatian! Makes me want to write this piece in a British Accent I saw this lovely polka dot car on unsplash
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Poets
American.
The 2020 census man came around. He was white, middle-aged. Asked how many of us there were. Asked us our ages. Asked us our ethnicity--hispanic, black, or white?
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
~The Angels Cry!~
~ The Angels Cry ~ 1st verse: The Angels cry, as the days go by Watching the souls and the spirits die, People don’t know the inner mind cries
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets