social commentary

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

Life
Sometimes life throws us a curveball, We don’t accept things in life, Like someone dying. But other times great things happen,
By Michaela LaBrie4 years ago in Poets
T'was the night before school
T'was the night before school and all through the house, the taps of Mum's keyboard whilst she swears at the mouse. An email must be crafted with precision and care
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Poets
The Difference Between Students and Teachers
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN STUDENTS AND TEACHERS _______________________________________ Sit in your chair Stand up straight
By QuirkyMin4 years ago in Poets
Saviour
Am I more addictive than the crystals inside? Do I float into your bloodline? Do I make everything alright? Do I sooth rather than withhold?
By Stanley Iyanu4 years ago in Poets
Labels
Tall, short, wide, slim. She, they, them, him. White, black, brown, green. Happy, sad, nice, mean. Rich, poor, housed, street.
By Bill Bain4 years ago in Poets
User's Agreement
Please read the form provided, and leave your name, signed with an initial. It is dated to have it all certified.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
Death on Earth.
Booster jabs, Wear face masks please. Please keep your distance, and don't dare sneeze. The world is sick,
By Deborah Robinson4 years ago in Poets
Palms Sweaty, Not Moms Spaghetti
Blackouts, sweaty palms, night terrors Waking up wondering where I was Confused how I got there My mind spinning
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Poets
Hurricane Ida
Hurricanes, fascinating storms, One moment calm and placid, then rash and full of energy, Winds, rains, clouds; High winds,
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Hide and Seek
Who wants to play? Remember when you and I were young. Any summer night as long as it was not raining you can hear kids playing
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
The Neighbors
“It’s near the end of the month,” she told me. “He just gets like that.” And like clockwork, the sounds of shattered glass and slamming doors become the soundtrack of our summer.
By J.D. Rose4 years ago in Poets
Hurricane Katrina
With the threat of another hurricane upon us, I wrote this poem in memory of the 1,833 victims who perished in Hurricane Katrina. While it was a time when we all lost family, it was also a time when New Orleans came together, as a family. As we remember those who perished, let's also remember to stick together as The Who Dat Nation during this hurricane season...
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Poets