social commentary

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

Speaking Your Truth
Radicalized is not politicized, ideologized, polarized. It is not an ism, not a schism. It's finding your voice in all the noise
By Maria Shimizu Christensen4 years ago in Poets
Eight Years
Eight years. That's how long it took for me to finally be able to live with who I was. Eight years. It took me eight years
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets
The Poet In Me
I love some people's poetry. I use rhyme to give me entry. I have written many, but don't feel any make a poet of me I can see, some will disagree
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Security
security is a fridge full of food plump grapes and crisp apples remind me that I’ve come so far the tub of dairy free yogurt for my son
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
Subject to Truth
Oceans ablaze In your manipulative gaze. You speak as if it's true. But I'm not subject to you. Arise, little spies, And retrievers gilded gold,
By Willow Rakiah Creager 4 years ago in Poets
The Yellow Line
Behind the yellow line I’m like everyone else Waiting for my life to begin Sometimes tapping my foot sometimes Leaning in to my hip
By SB. 4 years ago in Poets
Capitalism by Lolly Vieira
I’m picking up dog shit. How fucking grand. With a wrinkled Walmart bag slipped over my hand, I pray to whatever god may exist
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Poets
Change We Must
Life changes and often we need to take that into account if we are to survive and move on. The spark for this comes from my Muse but the inspiration is from the beautiful song by Jon Anderson ex Yes vocalist. Who could think a man from Accrington could have such a heavenly voice.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Never Too Late To Get In The Game
It's never too late, and there's always going to be time. Two sentiments I hate, one on target, the other a crime. Only one can be spoken as correct,
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
What a human endures
The weight we carry, upon our backs, Those responsibilities, that continue to stack, Every person you pass, along the street,
By Alan Firmin4 years ago in Poets
Depression is a Thief
Is life so simple, are you still above ground, are you drowning- down, down, in a sea of concern Is the music still playing, are the chords of sound, are you singing my hymn
By Kevin Klabon4 years ago in Poets
Pole Land
Expensive trust than the one given here For a land expected as mere as a sphere. It's not about communism Nor even capitalism ;
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets