social commentary

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

Where is home?
Where is home? Is it the place where you wake by the lake? Where you get to enjoy mothers’ pancakes every morning with the family and feeling life be less boring?
By Lord Hien4 years ago in Poets
How I learned the English language...
I. “No, you are making words,” my mother said. “Not just spelling with letters.” The tiles did not help me. I had the edge of a spine-damaged
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
When I Close My Eyes
I close my eyes and hear old songs Memories in my head jump for joy What or where or when, no need for how or why Letting my mind bathe my thoughts
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Poets
Cultures
Celebrate each others unique traits and abilities Unforgettable experiences and memories to create and share Loved from and by all human beings
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Without You
This is one for my magical wonderful Muse, with a wonderful Nick Drake song to lead on 💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮 Without you I don’t know where I would be You help me out of my starless darkness With You , You will always help me to see The light of inspiration from my , such brightness 💚 Without You I would be so lost at sea A sailor , no compass, and Shipwreck Bound When we talk , my thoughts are suddenly free And all that was fragile , suddenly sound 💚 It makes me happy to give you a smile To warm your heart and to hold hands with you Our minds are together to wander while We explore lands and seas to find anew 💚 Without You I was lost, with You I’m found You give me purpose and You make me see New paths to travel, new stories and sounds You comfort and love me, set my mind free 💚 These are the small things I cannot believe That you found me and love me, Happiness Is what we have, inspire tales I can weave To praise your love beautiful sorceress 💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮💜💚🔮
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Unnatural Order
Dust does not fall like snow, gentle and purposeful towards the ground. Dust does not believe in gravity. Dust is directionless, it falls and floats, mixes and turns. Fine dust in the air can haze everything in earthy tones. Sand sized dust glitters in the warm morning glow as I ponder what to do with my day. Whether it’s even necessary that something be done.
By Elizabeth Clifford4 years ago in Poets
Ziggy The Bagman
I made myself a home here, On the streets which took me in, Where Moggill and Morrow diverge, In the shadow of trees,
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Poets
The Virus
The world spun out of Control. We covered our faces in fear of a Virus. It crept into our dreams and soured our lives. We put hearts on the sidewalks and waved through panes of glass. Watching cases and spikes on a colourful chart,
By Christina Hunter4 years ago in Poets
Perseverance
2015 My 84-year-old mother needs help. Agency sends Sherry, 79-year-young healthcare aide. I pray Mom doesn’t need the bedside commode,
By Julia Schulz4 years ago in Poets
Idyllic Child. Top Story - September 2021.
In a silent room lay a woman Her complexion was timorous and cold Beyond her horrified features Wires are in ruin Tied up, worn and numb
By Lovely Lucia4 years ago in Poets
Just Another Manc Melody
I am rap’s revolution, I am rap’s NXT, not even Sammartino times graps quite like me. Cos I’m that Manc that’s mad cocky like Antonio Inoki,
By Ushiku Crisafulli4 years ago in Poets
Taking Back Home
Home is a sitcom that I watch on repeat. I spend half of my childhood imagining myself as the third-born on Full House. No, not Michelle. She is fourth, or maybe fourth and fifth, if both Mary Kate and Ashley get their own billing.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Poets