social commentary

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

NUMB
I am now just numb at the dumb senseless executions of our unarmed black men. I have become just NUMB at the persecution of the black lives matters movement that seems to be the joke of the day
By Millie Holmes4 years ago in Poets
Love
GOD and Recovery The big book says somewhere, with health, youth, brains, and wealth, we don’t stand much of a chance of recovery.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Nature Cries
No clean waters ever to drink The Smell of toxins in the air we breathe Garbage is not disposed of, and we need to think
By Anna cruz4 years ago in Poets
Joe's Got Some Explaining to Do
Joe's got some explaining to do What happened to ending our struggle Your vote is so sacred Enter here, our tent has an abundance
By Greg B.4 years ago in Poets
Ego Undone
The art of disagreement Such a useless practiced art It’s more difficult to get along Fighting doesn’t make you smart
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Poets
You Probably Won't Read This
You probably won’t read this. I can’t blame you there. We all are so busy. It’s hard to take time to care. We can’t spare a moment.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Poets
An Apology
An Apology Without changed behavior is manipulation; a pattern repeated for self. Love means never having to say Sorry -
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Poets
Smile
When our brains feel happy, endorphins are produced and neuronal signals are transmitted to your facial muscles to trigger a smile. ... When our smiling muscles contract, they fire a signal back to the brain, stimulating our reward system, and further increasing our level of happy hormones, or endorphins.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Sinful Stain of Socialism
Smite socialism on the cheek and leave it behind in not-forgotten history, if we don't, then we will find ourselves living in utter sewage and misery.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Books & Flowers
Flowers pressed between the pages of a book never read Whatever lies on the path never taken? Never believed, no, the lies most blatant
By Joni Écrit4 years ago in Poets
War is for a Sunny Day
I The war is for a sunny day How we march and play How we make them pay War is for a sunny day Uniforms crispy neat
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Poets
Her Escape
Most people find freedom in the safety of their home. Or maybe they'll find it in the arms of a loved one; like a family member such as a mother or grandmother.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets