social commentary

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

Kids Play
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil or is it simply, who's the monkey still Is it race cars or is it going to bars acting drunk
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
~Stars: The Night Sky~
~Stars: The Night Sky~ Is every star in the sky, A reminder of each person To ever die? And are those that shine bright
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
What's with my brain?
Heart pounding Mind racing Too many colors Too many sounds Sensory overload * Inhale, exhale, exhale wait no
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Poets
Sand, Thread, Shells, Coins, Now What?
Learning the time of this world takes time it Always lasts longer or shorter than you'd like And what you want is of no interest...
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
The Love You Learned
I was born a child of politics and timely revolution. My birth, a product of passion and a little mind pollution. But even before my conception, two lovers were forced to elope.
By Brittany Ivy4 years ago in Poets
Don’t Blame Them
A poem’s both primary and ultimate aims are to kindle many different thoughts in the reader. It’s just like how an artist’s painting can provoke different emotions in different people. Some of you may find the poem below to be inspiring, others may find it sympathizing or even satirical. It is totally dependent on the reader’s perception of my words. For those who find it satirical, please know that I am neither an advocate of feminism nor a critic. I am a neutral person by all means. Please understand that I am well aware that women are equally capable or more capable than men in all areas. I’ve seen that in my mother, other women in my family, and my kith and kin. Please read the poem with an open mind. Thank you.
By The Soulful Scribbler 4 years ago in Poets
Tired
She, tired of kindness born from hypocrisy and sense of superiority. When it waved, truth spawned from darkness. Remained an empty shell, trust was never there.
By Supriya limbu4 years ago in Poets
The Phoenix
What is it like to lose yourself by denial of change and fear of the “without”? Well. It starts with a scream.
By Aniyla Morris 4 years ago in Poets
Smoke philosophy
I, Burnt vertical meat slither that grabs itself as if anticipating, and then forces out, as if to burst. Holey black and light black organic mass that shocks itself, keeps itself half way imprisoned.
By Anthony4 years ago in Poets
Vampires and Magicians
We're in a time where vampires don't want your blood they want your energy. To drain you and make you lose yourself they'll do anything.
By Charles Walton4 years ago in Poets
Compassion & Understanding
We all need a little of these two words; C is for caring, O is for opportunities for this, M is for multifacited, P is for patience,
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Modern Day Confessions
Mass-produced books for 4.99 on manufactured faux-wooden shelves. The smell of new books and the whiff of perfume by the young
By Melissa Laussmann4 years ago in Poets