social commentary

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

The Resonance of Ubuntu
The Resonance of Ubuntu Our broken people need healing. Our angry people need love. Our belligerent people need compassion.
By Lakrisha Raymond4 years ago in Poets
Steps We Take. Top Story - September 2021.
Take one step then another and another, but never are they taken together ebbing and flowing one and then the other first and then following
By Abby Jacobsen4 years ago in Poets
The Vibe Of Home
They say that home is where your story begins That home is where the heart is That home is a collection of the things you love
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Poets
Going Nowhere , But Home
This is a collaboration between Samantha Ciccone and Mike Singleton , from a concept that came from a chat . We were talking traffic and Samantha said she would love to drive anywhere / nowhere but somehow end up at home. I've used "Going Home:Wild Theme" from "Local Hero" by Mark Knopfler as the lead in music, as for me it fits.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Poverty
Poverty I do this shit properly Never shuts off It’s my quandary * My rent is overdue By more than a few months My landlord said she’s through
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Poets
Personal Space
My feet are up The dog has been fed There is a fresh hairball On my side of the bed I will stay in my chair And finish my drink
By Thomas Durbin4 years ago in Poets
The Night Before Covid Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the town Not a creature was stirring Because they were locked down. Some Virus give you a fever and generate heat
By Dennis Allen4 years ago in Poets
Sundown, Sunset Crescent
We closed the door today on our place. Our 60s dream house, ranch style, for a family with mod cons and little quirks - arguments and a laundry chute.
By Michèle Nardelli4 years ago in Poets
No Slap Down Necessary
I see it everywhere The slap down. For some reason People can't feel elevated Unless they tear someone else down. Why is that?
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Home is Where The Heart is
Where do I feel safe? Where do I feel whole? Where can I find myself without the slightest empty? That is where you find home?
By j.d. davis4 years ago in Poets
The American Nightmare
Independence can be yours, for a hefty price. Promises that lead to false grandeur, carefully placed in every direction, meant to entice.
By Lawrence Epstein4 years ago in Poets
New Home 7
Aggression has been replaced by kindness Of speaking figuratively, without displaying The face of the beast Hidden in all of us
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets