social commentary

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

Mask
I took a breath of relief and sighed, When the world became restricted. For the mask which covered my absent smile, Meant I could be myself outside,
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Poets
My Mourning Prayer on 9/11
My Mourning Prayer on 9/11 I don’t recall my morning prayer. Did I pray for world peace? The terrorists were seated by then,
By Eileen Davis4 years ago in Poets
If home is where the heart is…
A home only in paper, driftwood I hanged onto so I could pretend I belonged across the border, pass the driest river,
By cadaveres4 years ago in Poets
The Truth of it All
I think I am having a mid-life crisis, Then again I'm only twenty-three. Do quarterly life crises exist? I wish a therapist could tell me for free.
By Eliza Vargas4 years ago in Poets
Learning is my home
Learning addiction, it starts and then it eats you, maybe so you can sprout from the inside of this mystifying universe.
By Camila Carsolio4 years ago in Poets
The Girls
You know the girls That turn heads and break necks The girls That cause the four-car pile ups Then remain blameless The girls
By Kaylee Skinner4 years ago in Poets
Home Is Being Whole
Is there anybody home? No, you’re gone. Gone chasing cardboard dreams Always conforming to society’s schemes. *** Where are you now?
By A.M.Radulescu4 years ago in Poets
The Turn of Tides
I get quieter and quieter as I age Whereas I thought I would get louder and louder Because I thought I would have more to say
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Poets
Love My Country, My Land, My Home
My blood races, through the empty spaces Like I’m traveling in time, trying to find a reason or rhyme Or perhaps a better year, when life was glistened with cheer
By Lamont Renzo Bracy4 years ago in Poets
Nefarious Gardener
In the presence of a heat wave Off he went Scissors in the right hand Toxins in his left The nearby children run off
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Poets
Homebody…
Home Am I homebody? Sometimes yes. But right now I don’t have a choice and The walls are closing in a little bit There’s no escaping home
By Gillian Lesley Scott4 years ago in Poets
You're My Best Friend
I recently had some , to use Orwellian parlance , doublenotgood news, but I am in a very good place. Much of this is due to the support and love I have received from all my friends and family and I always have a positive attitude.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets